Yuan Qing stood in the center of the auditorium, with the spotlight shining on his head, and he stared at her bride, who was slowly walking towards him.
She was wearing a wedding dress, holding a bouquet of flowers, and had a smile on her face, which was quite realistic.
Yuan Qing knows that he is a substitute and has always known it, but he doesn't mind it...
She was just hurt too badly by her predecessors,
But so is he.
Purpose: Duty is a sense of security