Click—Click—
From the moment she appeared, the flashes never stopped.
Yan Yue stepped on the red carpet into the hotel, her face beaming with triumph.
Though they were only having a Chinese-style wedding, it was a grand affair, and Yan Yue was very satisfied.
In her arms, she held a bouquet of Royal Roses, which concealed her slightly bulging belly.
She was escorted to the resting room, and from beginning to end, she hadn't caught a glimpse of Ruan Tianling...
"Have you seen the groom?" Yan Yue's mother asked a waiter.
"The groom was here earlier, he must be attending to some guest I guess," replied the waiter.
Yan Yue's mother breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that Ruan Tianling had shown up.
For some reason, her heart was in a flutter, always restless.
"Mom, you seem even more nervous than I am," Yan Yue said with a smile.
"It's your big day; how could I not be nervous? It's good that you're not, lest you get stage fright later."
