The wedding march made people's ears tingle.
I stood at the end of the red carpet, my suit was straight, but my palms were all sweaty. It's not because of nervousness, it's because of the fragments in his mind - the light of the sword, the blood, and the dragon's roar.
The master of ceremonies shouted: "The bride and groom exchange rings!"
I raised my hand mechanically. Just when the ring was about to fit on her ring finger, I saw her.
My bride, Lin Waner. She was tilting her head slightly and winking at the man in the first row of the guest of honor—Yinhe Group Chairman Zhao Tianxiong.
Very light and fast, like a feather sweeping.
But I saw it. I even saw the fleeting smile on the corner of Zhao Tianxiong's mouth.
"Mr. Huai Daolong?" The master of ceremonies urged me.
All the guests were watching. I suddenly came to my senses and put the ring in haphazardly. Lin Wan'er's fingers were cold.
"I'm a little bored." I lowered my voice and said, "Go and take a breath."
Before she could respond, I turned around and walked towards the side door. There were whispers from behind, and the master of ceremonies was trying to smooth things over.
