Lin Mi raised her head in bewilderment, and when she saw the bridal bouquet in her hand, she was utterly stunned.
How did the bridal bouquet end up in her grasp?
Murmurs of disappointment sounded around her, interrupted by envious and jealous glances directed her way.
"Let's see, who is this lucky lady?" As the host spoke, the spotlight fell onto Lin Mi.
"Mommy!" Mu Qianxun, who was carrying Lin Duoduo, was just about to leave when he heard her exclaim.
"Where is your mommy?" Mu Qianxun followed her gaze and then froze on the spot.
The woman in the beam of light was wearing large black-framed glasses, and her hair was tied up. Her look added years to her age, a stark contrast to the young and lovely girl he remembered from his past.
But he recognized her at first glance.
It was her! Her indeed!
He had sought her in crowds time and again, only to find her suddenly in an illuminating place.
As this line of poetry flashed into Mu Qianxun's mind, he took a step towards Lin Mi.
