Mu Yichen's gaze lingered on her for more than a minute; he had never really considered how she would look in a wedding dress before.
Until this moment, as he watched her dressed in the pristine wedding gown with her long hair coiffed up, although her makeup was heavy, it was not garish—in fact, it added a touch of enchanting gentleness. Especially the eyeshadow applied over her eyes, which made her eye sockets seem deeper, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Huanhuan is looking for you."
His indifferent voice wasn't intentionally perfunctory, it was just that with so many people around and her looking so stunning, he genuinely forgot how to utter cheesy lines.
Qin Mu instinctively looked at him, observing the complex emotions in his eyes and his adam's apple that shifted slightly. She lowered her gaze to avoid his.
"Mr. Mu, it really is you!"
The director stepped forward, with a script in hand, and extended his hand for a handshake.
