Watching this scene, the atmosphere was simply too rippling, and many people's faces flushed with emotion.
One was a favored daughter of heaven, a beauty akin to a fairy, and the other was a handsome and talented young man with an unrivalled charisma.
The two of them were a perfect match in life, as if a golden boy and a jade girl had descended to the mortal world.
In almost everyone's eyes, there was a mix of envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Only Qian Ziwei had a complex look in her eyes and a slightly pale face, her expression unchanged.
And Yang Liying seemed quite agitated, constantly observing the two figures on the stage. Following that, she would also steal glances at Qian Ziwei and Ah Liu, her eyes turning ceaselessly, no one knowing what cunning plans were swirling in her mind.
On the first floor, Lu Peng's fingernails had already deeply embedded into his flesh.
