In the morning, Han Yi did not go to the hospital.
She sat on the wicker chair at the end of the corridor, basking in the sun, sipping coffee.
Wearing a casual beige trench coat, her long hair tied in a ponytail, she exuded the elegance and composure of a mistress.
In the distance, within a flowerbed encircled by a white fence, roses were blooming gloriously, their beauty breathtaking.
It was a tranquil morning.
A gentle breeze brushed against their faces…
"Young mistress, the wedding photo has been remade and delivered today. Would you like to check if there's anything you're not satisfied with?"
The maid approached and stood beside Han Yi, saying.
"Hmm, I'll take a look!"
The wedding photo, enlarged and turned into an oil painting, had been slashed by her in a fit of anger.
Tingxuan had the studio remake one…
Lin Ruoyao bought a pile of dresses for girls and stuffed dolls, sitting on the sofa in the living room.
The maid brought Gong Yuling over to her.
