While she was in a dilemma, He Xing suddenly patted her shoulder and consoled her like a child, "Xiaohan, don't worry about their argument; that's just their way of being together. Besides, it's better if they talk it out themselves. If we get involved, things could escalate, which wouldn't be good for them."
Fu Han agreed wholeheartedly, feeling instantly enlightened. She gently shook He Xing's arm, "Alright, it's getting late; let's get going."
The wedding was a week away, and today their wedding dress was finally ready. They had to try it on to make sure it fit; if there were any issues, the Bridal Shop would have to make adjustments overnight.
Ever since they took their wedding photos, Fu Han felt allergic to the words "wedding dress." She went to try on the dress with a lot of reluctance, not caring so much about how it looked; after all, He Xing was taking it seriously and had a lot of suggestions.
