Although Ou Mijia was wearing a white wedding dress and exuded femininity, she still couldn't hide the aura of aggression surrounding her.
This woman, being able to mingle with such a group of organized figures, certainly was not of a kind nature.
But there was He Yingdong standing next to her.
Wearing a white suit, under the sunlight, he stood tall and straight, exuding a noble and aloof presence, his exquisite features like jade embodying a faint melancholy...
She stood in the crowd watching him, and his eyes, black as onyx, were looking at her too.
Though they were less than five meters apart, it felt like an entire lifetime separated them.
This was perhaps the furthest distance in life.
I stand before you, yet cannot hold your hand.
She felt the wind lift her skirt, her long hair flying slightly in the breeze.
She knew that sooner or later he would marry someone else.
Anyone, any woman but her.
The sadness!
