After organizing everything, Su Liuying's gaze landed on the wedding photo standing behind the vanity mirror, and her eyes immediately reddened.
She sat down on the floor, took the photo in her hands, and as she looked at the faces of the two people brimming with that natural, unforced happiness, her tears pattered onto the photo.
In about ten days, it would have been their wedding. But now, that wedding probably wouldn't be happening, would it? She was afraid she would never have the chance to wear that beautiful wedding dress and bask in the blessings of others.
She raised her hand to softly caress Quan Tianyou in the photo. They looked so well-matched, so happy together. But that happiness was now gone. As long as this matter remained unclear, in his eyes, she would always be that scheming, calculating woman.
One drop, two drops, three drops of tears fell onto the glass frame, streaming down and eventually pooling into a small puddle at the edge of the frame.
