The first ray of morning sunlight rose, and Ying Jing sat on the threshold of the small courtyard, resting her chin on her hand, gazing distantly at the road ahead.
She couldn't sleep.
In the middle of the night, she quietly got up and slowly walked through every corner of the entire courtyard by herself.
She accidentally bumped into the staff setting up the wedding venue midway.
Recognizing her as the bride, they politely greeted her.
There was a flash of surprise in Ying Jing's eyes.
"You know me?"
"Yes, Mr. Wen showed us your photo when he contacted us last September."
Last September?
That was when she had just returned.
So early.
Speaking of this wealthy yet affectionate Mr. Wen, there wasn't a single person in the wedding arrangement studio who wasn't envious from inside out.
Their team was very famous in the industry, having done countless big and small wedding arrangements in the political and business circles, if not thousands, then hundreds.
