"Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian held the phone, lifting her tear-streaked face from Leng Zimo's embrace, looking at him, "I..."
Even though it was because of Jiao Yang, ruining all his preparations and causing him to lose face in front of so many guests, Luo Xiaoqian was still filled with apology and heartache.
"I know, I understand!" Leng Zimo tenderly cupped her small face, smiling indulgently, "A wedding is just a formality. I wasn't satisfied with today's ceremony; next time, I'll prepare a more romantic wedding for you."
"Zimo..."
Luo Xiaoqian was both moved and saddened, words failing her, she simply opened her arms and hugged him tightly.
Leng Zimo embraced her waist, gently comforting her mood.
