After settling Yu Hua's God Stick, Su Ziceng walked back to the cabin. She put down the bouquet, changed out of the wedding dress, and put on her usual clothes. The moment she took off the wedding dress, she felt a sense of relief. Over the past six or seven years, she had not wasted her life. That love, forgotten in the chasm of memory, had transformed her from a mummified rich heiress into a flesh-and-blood person. She had loved and hated, living her life to the fullest without any regrets, it was time to walk away without any.
As she walked out of the cabin, the guests did not notice that the bride, the center of attention today, was now mingling in the crowd.
