Zhao Mochu's brain cancer hit the hard floor, and at this moment, her entire body was lying on the ground with her white wedding dress stained with dust.
The surrounding guests were also staring at the scene in a daze, unable to snap out of it.
It was Song Weiyi, who was closest to Zhao Mochu, who without hesitation broke free from Pei Yibai's grip and bent over with concern to check on Zhao Mochu.
"Are you okay? Did you get hurt from the fall?"
She said, as she slowly helped Zhao Mochu up from the ground.
"Take it slow, did you twist your foot?" Song Weiyi asked cautiously, for this was today's star, the bride, what if something went wrong?
Only when Zhao Mochu raised her head did Song Weiyi get a clear look at the bride's face.
A delicate baby-faced beauty, appearing very young, with skin so white and tender that even a light touch of nude makeup brought out all of her features.
She was so beautiful... Song Weiyi's mouth fell open in awe, almost exclaiming aloud.
