The night breeze was a little cold, and the red gauze ribbons that were decorated on the side were dancing in the wind. The corner of Leng Xinran's skirt was slowly drifting in the night wind.
She did not pay too much attention to Lan Xiu. She turned around slowly, put her hands on the railing in front of her, and looked at the sky outside.
The night sky was naturally vast and boundless. It was rare that there were so many stars tonight. It was a clear night, and the stars were shining.
She had not planned to come tonight, but she still had to come to Qin Su's wedding. Usually, she would not attend such occasions.
She had never liked lively occassions, and she was also very withdrawn. There were only a few people whom she was close to. Qin Su was one of them, and she was Leng Xinran's only best friend.
Lan Xiu always felt that Leng Xinran was not a simple person. To have such a state of mind, she must be someone with a story, right?
