So, Ling's sister-in-law said, "Let's meet up sometime when there's a chance."
I had wanted to see her at the wedding, but she could only manage to come over to say hello amidst the hustle and bustle, and I didn't have the courage to go look for her.
I could only look for another opportunity.
"Okay," Ling Xize nodded, agreeing.
*
Qingshan Villa.
By the time we got back, it was already late at night.
Feng Ziheng had secretly orchestrated things so that none of his friends followed us to create a ruckus in the bridal chamber. The only person who came back with us was Jing Tianchen, who already lived at Qingshan Villa.
Chu Liangxia was so exhausted that, combined with a bit of alcohol, she fell into a drowsy slumber in the car, sweetly leaning on Feng Ziheng's shoulder.
Even when we arrived home, it was Feng Ziheng who carried her down from the car.
"Feng Ziheng."
Just as he was carrying Chu Liangxia to the front door, he heard a voice from behind.
