"Why deceive yourself," Shi Lingyan's deep voice was by her ear, "Tang Wu, we've been waiting for our wedding for almost four years, come back."
Wedding?
Shi Mei heard these two words and just felt the irony.
She turned to look at the man, who was also looking at her, his face gradually turning pale, his eyes deep and sunken, his complexion and gaze becoming dim due to blood loss.
Shi Mei's cry gradually took on a different tone, and suddenly, she began to laugh, watching him step back, "I once believed these words of yours wholeheartedly."
Shi Lingyan's brows slightly furrowed.
"I've always been waiting for you... waiting for you to return from your mission, to give me a grand and unforgettable wedding."
The woman's voice choked with sobs, the underlying irony as if a thorn was continuously scraping across his heart.
