Standing in front of the wardrobe, facing those beautiful gowns, Long Linger's gaze was somewhat frozen, standing there blankly, without any movement for a long time.
Yeh Huang had already changed into his formal attire and walked in. Seeing Long Linger standing still for a long time without moving, he slowly approached and held her shoulders from behind, "Why haven't you changed yet?"
Long Linger was in a daze, "Are these the dresses I used to wear?"
"Yes, this one, it's what you wore the first time we danced... this one, you wore on your last birthday, and this one, you wore on our wedding day..."
Yeh Huang pointed to the magnificent dresses, introducing them to Long Linger one by one.
Long Linger's gaze slightly focused, and after a long while, a faint sadness appeared on her lips, "Were we very much in love before?"
"Yes, we were! You said I was the man you loved most in this world."
