He eventually extended his hand. Xia Rouxin tilted his head up at him, and a single drop of tear fell on the back of her hand. Sneers echoed everywhere, and even the look on Mr. and Mrs. Xia's faces were contorted into an awkward expression.
It was a scandal that was definitely going to hit the headlines the next day.
Xia Ruoxin stretched her hand out with caution, for there were indistinct traces of bruises on her hand. But Chu Lui grabbed her and exerted force again. All that Xia Ruoxin could do was muffle a cry in pain. He tightened his grip one more time, only this time, the pressure nearly crushed the bones in her hand.
Slightly battered, she could feel the waves of pain in her left foot as she stood up. She had no choice but to follow him with an unsteady foot. Under her veil, no one could notice that the bride's complexion had turned a ghastly pale. No amount of blush could conceal that kind of paleness.
