The wedding hall was packed with guests.
I stood in my pristine white wedding dress, waiting anxiously.
I struggled to suppress the panic rising inside me.
The church bells rang twelve times.
The guests' cheerful laughter had long since given way to hushed whispers.
They leaned toward one another, murmuring, and their words gradually became clear.
"Is the groom going to run away from the wedding?"
"How embarrassing!"
"Look at the bride's face. She must have known all along."
Their words pricked my ears like needles, making me wish I could crawl into a crack in the floor.
The reason was that the groom, Shen Xiu, still hadn't come up to the stage.
As time passed, my hopes crumbled bit by bit.
The air in the church seemed frozen, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
My breathing grew faster and faster, and my chest felt unbearably heavy.
Perhaps the reason Shen Xiu still hadn't come up was that he was contacting her...
