Every stitch was beautiful and exquisite. It was unique and complemented the coronet. Cen Shuang recognized it at first glance. It was the wedding dress that her mother had said she would give to her when she got married. Even the blue teapot that she had personally embroidered on the corner of her dress was dazzling. Due to the bankruptcy of the Cen family, she had lost not only her title, but also her dreams of love and marriage.
Cen Shuang stood in front of the display cabinet and did not avert her gaze until Mu Sensen came over. She was shocked when he saw Cen Shuang's tearful face. "What happened? How did the exhibition make you cry?"
Mu Sensen took out a tissue and hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face. She could not help but glance at the display cabinet. "Isn't this..."
Cen Shuang's wedding dress!
