As her gaze wandered, it locked onto a pair of pained eyes—Vincent's. He had been watching her with that same expression all night. Finally seeing his pain, why did she feel an indescribable sadness in her heart?
At that moment, they stood amidst the bustling crowd, quietly gazing at each other. They had both once dreamed of this lively wedding, yet in the end, he was not her beloved, and she was not his bride.
Perhaps now, the best way to describe them was through a song by Liang Jingru: "Unfortunately, it's not you who stays with me until the end..."
She suppressed the surging emotions within her, turned her head dejectedly, only to suddenly meet the silent, scrutinizing gazes of the three men, their eyes sharp like hawks, as if trying to pierce through her heart. Feeling a bit flustered, she quickly averted her gaze.
"I'm a bit tired; I'll take my leave now!"
"Cynthia!"
