Xu Qingran stood by the balcony, holding a cigarette on her fingers, and there were wisps of smoke.
She looked at the scenery outside the window, silently lowered her eyes, and looked at her snow-white wedding dress.
...
"Will you marry this gentleman? Rich or poor."
The host on the stage asked Xu Qingran with a smile.
Xu Qingran was about to speak.
The door was kicked open with a bang.
The light shone on the boy's back, lengthening the shadow.
It took Xu Qingran a long time to recognize who this person was.
He stood there for a long time.
The guests are still talking about it:
"Isn't this Lin Yi? Why is he here? The Xu family and the Shen family actually invited him to their wedding??"
...
Lin Yi didn't look at anyone, his eyes were fixed on Xu Qingran who was wearing a wedding dress on the stage.
Half pay, he chuckled:
"Why didn't you agree to him?"
Xu Qingran pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Xu Qingran, oh no, Qingqing? Long time no see..."
Intention: All the beauty of youth are the brilliant fireworks of oneself