In the banquet hall on the top floor of the Marina Hotel, the crystal chandelier reflects thousands of rays of light, which is so bright that it is dazzling.
Under the halo, a gilt banner with a red background and the eight characters "Marriage between Shen and Lu, a happy marriage for a hundred years" announced the grand opening of a wedding of the century.
There are a lot of guests, well-dressed and handsome, and the media's guns and cannons have already been aimed at the end of the red carpet, ready to capture the most dazzling male and female protagonists tonight.
Shen Xingruo stood in the center of the hustle and bustle, wearing a wedding dress handmade by a famous Italian designer, which made her look like a fairy under the moon.
There was an impeccable smile on her lips, the curve of which was as standard as measuring it with a ruler, as she greeted every guest who came forward to congratulate her.
No one saw that the nails of her hands, which were hidden under her skirt, were digging into her palms, leaving a few deep red crescent marks.
Three years.
This is the "happiness" she gained by giving up her admission letter to Cambridge University, reining in all her pride and sharpness, just to imitate another person.
"Tsk, look, what she is wearing today looks like what Lin Wanzhi wore when she attended the charity dinner three years ago?"
Behind her, a sarcastic voice that was deliberately lowered but just enough for her to hear came.
