Madam Lu sat on the sofa next to Yue Ling in silence. Her excited expression from earlier was now replaced with one of unresponsive. Her brain couldn't seem to process the words that the retired model had said about excluding the wedding dress.
Feeling like an eternity had gone by, she finally remembers to blink her eyes and breathe. She stares at Yue Ling for a quick second then shifts her attention to the piece of paper in the girl's hand.
She furrows her brows at the beautiful wedding dress and didn't understand.
The design of the dress was beyond anything she has ever seen. Any woman who sees it would no doubt want to wear it at their wedding. Even she wished that this dress was the one she wore when she married her husband.
Unable to comprehend Yue Ling's reason, she looks back at the girl and parts her lips to ask. However, when she saw the faint look of despair in Yue Ling's eyes, she stops herself.
