In the bridal shop
Qi Zeyan was feeling utterly devastated inside—she hardly comes back once a year, and how many times is it this year already?
"When did you get back to Beijing?" Jiang Jinsang scrutinized him, covered in dust.
"An hour ago." His tone was as cold and emotionless as usual.
His gaze landed on Qi Zeyan, as if measuring his groomsman suit, but his focus seemed to be on the person next to him.
The smoke-gray strapless bridesmaid dress revealed fair shoulders and was tied around the waist with a soft tulle; the skirt flowed down smoothly, making her whole presence resemble the soft light of a drizzly March.
Tang Wan and Shen Zhixian were standing by her side, and it wasn't clear what they were talking about, but Shen Shuci lowered her head and smiled—perhaps realizing someone was watching her, she abruptly looked up and their gazes collided…
The man did not evade, and Shen Shuci simply nodded at him as a greeting.
