In Ling's dream, she was wearing a floor-length snow-colored wedding dress, holding her father's hand, walking on the road paved with red carpet, step by step, with the blessing of her friends, walking forward. At the end of the road, Lian's smile was a little blurred by the sunshine. Then? Then, she woke up from the dream and fell asleep.
Micah: "Ling, Lian, in the next life, please be sure to invite me to your wedding."
Short story, only one chapter, BE, don't like to accidentally enter
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