Han Yi sat in the wedding car, heading toward the church.
Chi Xiaoyu was by her side...
At this time, Gong Tingxuan, with the group of groomsmen, was already waiting at the church.
The car window was open, and the brilliant sunshine streamed in.
The phone rang, Han Yi lowered her head and swiped the screen with her finger.
The nails were adorned with tiny diamonds, making her fingers look slender and beautiful, sparkling in the sunlight. The wrist was adorned with a bouquet of pink champagne roses that exuded a strong fragrance.
It was a text message from Gong Tingxuan, nine flickering heart shapes, a string of red lips.
She smiled and replied with a pig emoji.
"Are you hungry? Your mother-in-law told me to bring chocolate; she said your husband insisted on it." Chi Xiaoyu asked with concern.
