Luo Xi glanced distantly at Huanhuan’s round belly and said nothing, feeling that Huanhuan was so blissfully happy that she herself was left speechless.
"Sister Jingru, you look so beautiful." Chenxing had changed into her bridesmaid’s dress, treading carefully in her high heels as she stood behind Jingru, patiently watching the makeup artist work on the bride.
Jingru smiled gently.
Every woman harbors a dream of a bridal gown, yearning to be the most beautiful woman in the world on that day, and Jingru thought she was no exception.
After so many years of love with that man, having gone through ups and downs and co out the other side, they were finally making their way to the altar of marriage, her face glowed with happiness. Jingru’s gaze fell on the mirror where a bride about to be married was reflected, her heart beating furiously.
A man of graceful poise walked into the door, like a fairy tale prince out of a painting.
Bai Wuqing stole a mont to slip in, walking to his bride, bent down, and kissed her boldly. His voice was lodiously enchanting, "Jingru, you truly are beautiful."
Everyone there, including Chenxing, began to cheer.
Jingru’s face was burning, she smiled sweetly, "My makeup will get sared, don’t touch for now, where’s Jiajia?"
"He’s with the little bridesmaid cultivating a rapport. I called him over, but he wouldn’t co," Bai Wuqing spoke with a laugh.
Jingru: "Huh?"
While they talked, a few people tactfully excused themselves from the room.
Nan Baihao and others walked out from another room, coincidentally crossing paths with the won.
Chenxing approached Gu Shaocheng obediently, her blushing cheeks enhancing her delicate beauty, Gu Shaocheng was slightly entranced, his soul nearly lured out by her. Were it not for Wuqing’s important day today, he would have loved nothing more than to sweep her up into his arms and find a room to express their love before anything else.
Huanhuan approached Nan Baihao, whining and pointing at her stomach, frustrated that she couldn’t be a bridesmaid or wear high heels today, eagerly awaiting Nan Baihao’s honeyed words to soothe her wounded spirit.
The only ones whose aura was off were Yan Fengchi and Luo Xi.
One leaned against the wall, hand casually in his pocket, the other hand pulled out a phone from his other pocket and listlessly scrolled through social dia.
The other sneaked a glance at him, sensing his coldness and distance, and could only turn to gaze out the window at the rising balloons, feeling rigid and uncomfortable all over.
Inside, she delicately sampled those complex rising emotions.
How long had it been since they spoke after that unpleasant parting? It was the first ti she realized he was a man of considerable temper, and that she had overestimated her place in his heart.
Was it ti to put an end to an unfruitful pursuit?
Yet her heart felt incredibly restless.
Luo Xi had no choice but to shift her focus onto sothing else, and after a mont of thought, feeling truly uncomfortable standing there, she said to Chenxing, who was snuggling close to a man, "I’m going to the restroom."
Chenxing nodded earnestly, adding, "Cousin, co back quickly, the wedding is about to start. Don’t get lost, okay?" After speaking, she stole a secret glance at Yan Fengchi, lanting inwardly: What on earth is going on?
She knew nothing about what had happened between Sister Luo Xi and Brother Fengchi in Japan, only that Gu Shaocheng had been very busy since rescuing Sister Luo Xi, leaving her alone in the room, early mornings and late nights, while she was sick with a cold, keeping company with the television until yesterday when she rushed back. After all, today was the joyous wedding day of Sister Jingru and Brother Wuqing.
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