Zhou Yinghuai heard footsteps and in the moment when he glanced over, he saw Jiang Tan standing in front of him, dressed in a bridal gown.
She was wearing an elaborate bridal gown, its hem embroidered with the pattern of epiphyllum flowers, pure white and clean.
Indeed, just as he had imagined, this bridal gown really suited Jiang Tan.
In his life, he had never felt such happiness—Zhou Yinghuai thought, and this sentiment wasn't an exaggeration at all.
"Oh my, the bride is so beautiful that Mr. Zhou is at a loss for words," someone said with a laugh.
Jiang Tan also met Zhou Yinghuai's gaze, and in that instant, she too found herself unable to say a single word.
This moment was supposed to be purely happy.
Jiang Tan thought, she didn't even know who to blame.
If it came down to it, all one could say was that fate makes fools of people.
