Congratulations.
A simple word that dripped with sarcasm.
The word brought him memories of that engagement night.
Her splendid dress that evening was still vivid in his mind. That woman and this one standing before him now, were one and the same.
She was magnificent and in full bloom then.
She easily dominated the crowd and stole everyone's attention.
It was the same today.
Only, there was a thorn.
It was pricklier than before, but that was exactly what made it even harder for him to let go.
She was undoubtedly beautiful.
And now, she was even more so than ever.
Mu Donglin's eyes darkened even as his expression remained cold.
Li Haoran hurriedly interjected. "Nian Nian, don't listen to rumors."
Fang Zhili stood up and gestured for everyone to approach the dining table.
