Meng Zhi noticed the melancholy that clouded Gu Dai's face and looked at her with concern. "Daidai..."
Gu Dai's face turned a shade paler, but she forced a smile. "Don't worry, Third Brother. I'm fine. It's just that watching this wedding brings back memories of my own with Song Ling."
Meng Zhi regretted his timing. He should have turned on the live stream later, so Gu Dai wouldn't be reminded of her past at such an emotionally charged moment.
The master of ceremonies had already taken the stage. "Let's welcome the bride and groom!"
Gu Dai heard this and turned her head away. "Third Brother, I won't watch the next part..."
Before she could finish her sentence, an odd medley of sentimental, joyful, trendy, and catchy tunes erupted from the computer, creating a jarring cacophony.
Both Gu Dai and Meng Zhi were stunned.
