Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard

Chapter 610 - 389: This is the Happiest Moment of My Life

The wedding ceremony takes place at the "Fusai Hall" in Meiji Shrine.During the event, the bridal procession, led by the priest, will slowly walk through the approach and temple, under the gaze of tourists.

Surrounded by lush forests, Uesugi Sakura, dressed in a black Feather Weave, holds a folding fan, waiting at the door for Hanamaru Hanabi to emerge from the waiting hall.

The feeling of waiting is always exciting.

This time, the bride’s attire was not strictly traditional.

Or perhaps it is more modern; the Shinto ceremony at Meiji Shrine is more respectful of the guests’ wishes, and the style and makeup of the Shiromuku have undergone some changes.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t wait long outside among the relatives and friends before Hanamaru Hanabi, supported by Mrs. Hanamaru, emerged.

Hanamaru Hanabi was dressed in a white satin bride’s gown with a red sash, the pure white Feather Weave sacred and beautiful. On her head was a golden hairpin, red silk and lily flowers tied together on her flowing hair at the back, her attire and ribbons lightly swaying with her graceful steps.

Her cheeks were faintly red. At a glance, Uesugi Sakura could see that dreamy blush on her delicate face.

Uesugi Sakura noticed she found him, and Hanamaru Hanabi’s gaze lit up as she looked at him. But it was just a glance before she shyly and demurely lowered her eyes.

She was happy, with a unique girlish shyness.

Mrs. Hanamaru smiled and led her towards Uesugi Sakura. As they approached him, he noticed the girl’s small hands, awkwardly placed in front of her abdomen.

The delicate, white hands were intertwined, sometimes with fingers touching, sometimes with fingers crossed, as if she was trying hard to maintain a quiet and clean image on her wedding day.

But she was too shy before him, unable to hide her pounding heart.

And Kitagawa Sakisa’s compliment about how beautiful she was, which made everyone smile knowingly, made her heartbeat even more uncontrollable.

Hanamaru Hiroki approached, dressed in a black kimono, serious-faced, without saying much, just took Hanamaru Hanabi’s hand and placed it in Sakura’s hand.

Hanamaru Hanabi blushed immediately.

"Uncle."

"Brat, it’s time to change the title."

"Dad."

"Hmm, I hope you remember what you promised me before! Also, no divorce, no domestic violence, Hanabi is originally a girl without much opinion. If you don’t cherish her properly, her whole life will be ruined."

Uesugi’s father and Uesugi’s mother watched smilingly from the other side.

It was Mrs. Hanamaru who came over to pull Hanamaru Hiroki away, "Alright, alright, Dad, it’s your daughter’s wedding today, say something happy."

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

At this time, several priests and witches from Meiji Shrine began to inform everyone of the matters to pay attention to on the way to Fusai Hall.

The parents’ attention was elsewhere, so Uesugi Sakura took the opportunity to grasp the small hand beside him, intertwining their fingers, palms pressed together.

"A bit cold," Uesugi Sakura whispered to the beautiful girl standing beside him, trying to avoid others hearing.

He immediately felt the delicate little hand gripping his tightly.

"Sakura, Sakura-kun’s...very warm..." After a while, Hanamaru Hanabi replied softly.

She looked down at the bluestone steps, her cheeks adorably red, her mood one of nervousness and awkwardness.

"Shall we keep holding hands as we walk over later?"

"No, no problem...right?"

"Holding hands is definitely allowed, and after all, isn’t the wedding our wedding? Being too traditional is actually not good, Hanabi’s unique Shiromuku today proved that."

Hanamaru Hanabi weakly nodded, her small hand gripping his larger one even tighter.

"Sakura...Sakura-kun...does Hanabi...look good today?"

Her voice was timid, like a plea for assurance.

On this day, as the bride, Uesugi Sakura could even hear her seeking security in him, longing for him to say something as simple as "I like you."

"You look beautiful."

"Hmm...hmm...as long as Sakura-kun likes it..."

Perhaps too nervous, Hanamaru Hanabi didn’t say much after that.

But she constantly tightened her grip on her small hand, indicating that she was excited and happy.

With the priest officiating, the bridal procession set off.

The Karginu Priest, leading the way, walked at the front, playing the bamboo flute, slowly sending out ethereal and melodious music.

Two witches wearing Chihaya attire with golden Ma e Tenkan followed closely behind.

The groom and bride stood in the forefront of the bridal procession, under a Red Umbrella, stepping onto the approach path.

On both sides were lush towering trees, sunlight filtering through layers of leaves, dappling the moss-covered stone steps, shining like a summer’s day captured in a glass bottle.

Uesugi Sakura held Hanamaru Hanabi’s hand, advancing together, step by step, on the moss-laden stone steps leading to the hall.

Her robe swayed beautifully, her figure was elegant and graceful under the bride’s attire. Check latest chapters at ????????????????????⁂????????????????⁂????????????

Passersby couldn’t help but pause, pulling out their cameras to capture her happiness.

Uesugi Sakura watched her, slowly ascended the stone steps with the procession, and thought of her officially becoming his wife today, flooding his heart with sweet happiness.

The slender delicacy of the girl’s hand transmitted through their entwined fingers, and her rosy side profile with a beautiful ear and fair neck came into his view.

Mrs. Uesugi, observing from behind the two, couldn’t help but smile at Uesugi Sakura’s gaze on Hanabi.

They’ve grown up, gotten married, and found happiness.