A knock came from the locker room.
"Are you done?"
It was Lance's voice.
"Yes."
Yazmin lifted the train of the wedding train and walked out. She immediately saw Lance's handsome face.
Yazmin felt a burst of heat on her face. However, there was too much powder on her face, so Lance couldn't notice that she blushed at all.
"Let's go."
Lance did not even look at Yazmin and walked away.
Yazmin felt a sense of loss in her heart. There happened to be a very big landing mirror in front of her. Yazmin saw her reflection in the mirror.
She thought, the wedding dress is very beautiful, but my face is still sallow despite the powder. The torture in the mental hospital day and night and my damn pregnancy make me not beautiful at all.
No wonder he doesn't even look at me.
