Ning Qing stared at the screen without blinking.
The person's shooting technique was obviously not a live wedding broadcast, but a sneaky angle.
She saw that the wedding hall was full of guests, her parents were in a corner, the host was standing on the stage, and her parents were obviously in a bad mood.
They all knew that she would not go.
"Father, mother, I'm sorry." Tears welled up in ning Qing's eyes as she subconsciously called out.
She looked at Yan Sichen, whose face was still the same, and felt guilty, like a tidal wave, drowning ning Qing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Other than sorry, she could not say anything else.
Nian lie watched as she cried and blamed herself. He clenched his fists harder and harder.
Suddenly, ning Qing's eyes widened.
Her eyes were still wet, but they were shining with horror. Even her mouth was wide open.
