"If you feel uncomfortable staying here, we can leave first," Lin Ying looked worriedly at Su Ziceng, who was holding a bouquet with a gloomy expression. It seemed there was trouble between Ziceng and her lover.
"Thank you, Lin Ying." Su Ziceng was supported by Lin Ying, and having the tall Lin Ying by her side made her feel more at ease.
After greeting Master Rang and his wife, the two walked down Montmartre. The church bells rang, symbolizing that the newlyweds would live happily ever after. Su Ziceng listened to the bells, slowly wiping the tears on her face.
She lowered her head, looking at the bouquet that had survived a bout of scrambling, still exquisite, feeling more guilty about her earlier loss of composure.
