Siqi lowered her head, and she could feel Zhang Yin staring at her intensely. Today was the wedding of Jiajia and Zhang Yin. Siqi didn't expect that her colleague's husband was him. The moment she received the invitation, Siqi just thought it was the same name.
"Did he remarry?" Siqi calculated that Zhang Yin was two years older than Siqi and was already 34 this year.
"Old classmate, I didn't expect it to be you. I wish you love forever." Sitting next to Siqi, Tina, Siqi's close friend, colleague and classmate, was toasting the newlyweds with a wine glass. Zhang Yin picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, saying meaningfully: "We are really destined." Tina poked Siqi, who was still in a fugue, and said, "It's your turn to propose a toast. I don't know what I've been thinking about all night." Siqi picked up the cup and stood up, looking at the new couple and former lover in front of her, and said lightly: "I wish you happiness forever."
Zhang Yin sat in front of the computer and looked at the wedding photos over and over again. The pink figure in the photo and the curved moon-like eyes deeply hurt his heart. She is already a mother, and he is also a husband. Ten years of missing her has blurred her eyes.