"If you feel uncomfortable staying here, we can leave first," Lin Ying said worriedly as she looked at Su Ziceng, who held a bouquet with a troubled expression on her face. It seemed there was an issue between Ziceng and her lover.
"Thank you, Lin Ying." Su Ziceng, supported by Lin Ying, felt more at ease with the taller Lin Ying by her side.
After greeting Master Rang and his wife, the two walked down from Montmartre, the church bells rang, symbolizing a harmonious union for the newlyweds. Su Ziceng listened to the bells and slowly wiped the tears from her face.
She lowered her head to look at the bouquet that, despite a scuffle, remained exquisite, feeling increasingly guilty about her earlier outburst.
