"What are your names?" the priest asked.

"Wait, Priest, I…"

"Her last name in Sheng, mine is Shen," Shen Zhining interrupted Sheng Jiaoyang's words.

Sheng Jiaoyang turned to look at him. She ignored the situation at hand for a moment and whispered to him, "But my last name is Xu now."

"No matter past or present, you are still Sheng Jiaoyang," Shen Zhining held her hand tightly.

To the priest, Sheng and Shen didn't sound any different; both felt like they were one. The priest hesitated briefly before he decided to muffle both pronunciations and proclaimed tongue-tied, "Mr Shen, are you willing to take this lady as your wife, to love and cherish her, in poverty and in wealth, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

"I do," Shen Zhining answered without hesitation.

"Miss Shen, are you willing to take this man as your husband, to love and cherish him, in poverty and in wealth, in sickness and in health, till death do both of you part?"

Though the priest appeared a little comical when he tried to pronounce their last names tongue-tied, his serious expression and solemn tone made one not dare to offend him. At this moment, Sheng...