Xiao Qing steadied herself, gazing at the wedding photo of the couple atop the flower basket. Her eyes stung immediately, but without stopping to think, she hurried into the wedding venue.
When she clearly saw the pair of white-clad figures surrounded by the crowd, a sound clashed in her heart, reverberating with a dull thud.
She stood there motionless, not knowing for how long, until she watched the couple gradually make their way toward the table nearby, her whole body growing increasingly rigid.
Suddenly, the bride, Xu Meiyan, looked over in this direction and quickly recognized Xiao Qing amidst the crowd, "Oh, isn't this my best friend Xiao Qing? Loh Hua, we have to go over and toast her!"
The last sentence was naturally directed at the groom, who looked exceptionally handsome.
"Meiyan, let's just... forget it." Loh Hua said somewhat guilty.
