Gu Dai chuckled and realized her oversight. "Ah, yes, you're right. I introduced you two three years ago, didn't I?"
Meng Zhi responded with a smile, saying, "Yes."
However, when Gu Dai wasn't looking, Meng Zhi lowered his head, his eyes clouded with an inscrutable darkness. His thoughts drifted as he silently muttered Su Ting's name a few times, and his expression grew even more grim.
...
The unexpected chaos had paused the wedding, prompting a temporary interlude. They would resume in ten minutes.
During this interval, Song Zhi approached Song Ling. "Young Master, the Old Master just called. You can still call off the wedding."
Song Ling hesitated, torn between choices.
Jiang Yue noticed and quickly clung to his arm, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Song Ling, don't you want to marry me? You already promised!"
