The man in a crisp white tailored suit stood there upright and slender, his back catching the light, his entire being seemingly shrouded in a layer of white mist, resplendent and fantastic, as if a god had descended from his heavenly abode.
He took a step forward, step by step, moving towards the beautiful girl in the pristine white wedding gown opposite him.
Chi Zaozao slowly raised her head, looking across, yet, when she clearly saw the man approaching her, she was completely stunned.
Stunned into speechlessness…
Stunned to where her breath caught in her throat…
Stunned into rigid immobility…
She felt as if she were in a dream, a dream that stood in stark contrast to reality.
What did she dream of?
She dreamt of Ye Que in a pure white suit, step by step approaching her, dreamt of Ye Que as the groom, Jin Chengzhi as the best man.
Dreamt of…
No!
This wasn't a dream!
Dreams were never this realistic.
This wasn't a dream.
