"What's the matter, Tang Bao? Why do you look like you're about to cry? I'm fine, don't cry," Lin Jiaojiao comforted her with a smile as she saw Tang Su's eyes were red and her look pitiable.
"Tang Su, you're about to be a bride, don't cry, there's a good girl," Lu Zhu also began to console her.
"Is the wedding day approaching?" Lin Jiaojiao asked, she had lost track of how long she had been in the hospital—every ordeal left her feeling as drained as if her body was depleted.
There were many things she couldn't pay attention to or remember, the after-effects were severe.
"Half a month left," Lu Zhu said.
"Time flies indeed."
"It's not that time's fast, it's that Lu Han moved the wedding forward by a month," Lu Zhu explained.
