Qiao Xia chuckled lightly, "It's so beautiful, Ah Liang, our wedding photos are really beautiful."
In the gorgeous yet empty dressing room, no one responded to her, her voice dissipated in the air, the breeze lifted the white curtains, fluttering gently, creating an atmosphere of lonely emptiness. Qiao Xia looked at the wedding photo with a sour nose and tears slowly gathering in her eyes.
That was her unspeakable, sweetest dream.
She had once fantasized about taking wedding photos, yet until their divorce, she and Mu Liang didn't have a single sweet photo. After they parted, they couldn't even find a photo of them together; it was as if she was just a passerby in his life, coming and going in haste, leaving not a trace.
Even though, he dearly loved her.
"Ah Liang, I love you." Qiao Xia's vision blurred with tears, the pristine wedding dress turned hazy, the breeze brushing her cheeks felt ice-cold, bearing an indescribable pain.
