She wanted to find an excuse for Shi Yuhuan, but the more she tried, the more it seemed futile. Her heart pounded violently, too many shocks, too many questions.
But, she couldn't come up with any answers.
She didn't want to breed suspicions, she didn't want to have the feeling of finding the husband she shared bed with was actually a stranger.
But how much has Shi Yuhuan hidden from her?
Song Qinghuan walked aimlessly, not knowing where she was. Seeing a chair, she collapsed onto it. Her mind was like a ball of tangled yarn with thousands of strands, yet she couldn't sort out any single thread.
After a while, she sighed and stared blankly at the sea ahead.
Not until a voice came to her ear, a very familiar voice, "Dad, I kind of don't want to get married anymore."
Song Qinghuan recognized the voice as today's bride, Han Qianqian's. Why suddenly she didn't want to get married, what happened to her?
