Her gaze gently shifted, looking at people beneath the stage, their faces brimming with smiles, everyone openly bearing the word "blessings" upon their faces.
At that moment, Fu Han suddenly became acutely aware that she was really getting married. From now on, every minute and second of her life would be accompanied by the man beside her. Thinking about it, it indeed was a romantic notion.
Of course, the premise of her feeling it was romantic was that she had to ignore that barely perceptible needle in the depths of her heart.
Suddenly, her gaze froze, not for any other reason, but because she inadvertently locked eyes with Xia Ning. Those were such malicious eyes, the dark pupils like opening a slit to the gates of hell, daunting to anyone who looked into them.
Yes, daunting. It was the first time that Fu Han felt fear upon seeing Xia Ning.
