An Xiaomian, upon seeing herself in the mirror, dressed in the pure white wedding gown, suddenly froze.
Her gaze was captivated by the seemingly blissful, seemingly joyous person in the mirror.
Was that her?
But then, unhappy memories swiftly flooded her mind, and An Xiaomian instantly lost that feeling of anticipation. She turned to Lin Xiaotian and the shop assistant still smiling behind her, "I'm sorry, I think I should take it off."
Seeing An Xiaomian's expression change in an instant, Lin Xiaotian didn't press further, immediately nodding, "Yeah, all right." Then, she asked the assistant to go in and help An Xiaomian out of the wedding dress.
While Lin Xiaotian was waiting outside, suddenly, a large hand gently landed on her shoulder, and the deep voice of a man rang out: "Xiao Tian, how's the wedding dress looking, huh?"
