Behind her, the people following her had changed from two to a group. They were all carrying video cameras, holding mobile phones and cameras, and pointing them at her figure.
Cold and greedy.
No one dared to follow her, because they were all afraid of an accident.
Ning Qing walked to the middle of the bridge and looked around. There was a crowd there.
She lowered her eyes and took out her phone from her bag. She found the live broadcast of the wedding on the internet.
The lights were dazzling. The woman's figure was slender, and her wedding dress was pure and flawless. With her face, she was beautiful and moving. The man beside her had a steady figure, and he was gentle and elegant like never before.
The bridesmaid was carrying a child in her arms. He was small, but he made his presence known to everyone.
“……”
Ning Qing's fingers stopped there, and tears fell drop by drop.
She was completely numb.
After he left, he made a call.
