In the afternoon, the sunshine is warm and pleasant.
In the church, the bells rang slowly.
The angel wearing a white wedding dress came out of the brilliant golden light, with a dreamlike face full of happy smiles.
When she stepped into the ice cave-like auditorium, the faint smile froze at the corner of her lips. Staring at the cold and dark pupils, her heart suddenly contracted. A sudden pain made her heart contract. In an instant, a sense of sourness poured into her eyes. She bit her lower lip fiercely to hold back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.
Raising a stiff smile, he tried his best to drag his unconscious body towards the familiar and confused figure.
Looking at the frail body in front of him that was about to fall, Zhang Shaoting smiled. The smile was desperate and cold, and everyone couldn't help but tremble.
Is this wedding a happy event or a tragedy?