The blood froze, and the color on her face gradually faded. Luckily, she was wearing makeup; otherwise, her paleness would surely have frightened many people.
Leng Siyan indeed did not come, but someone she least wanted to see did.
Her ex-husband—Leng Yan!
Tan Qing also noticed the commotion in the crowd. Wen Nuan's hand grasped his tightly, and he could feel her fingers trembling. Slightly startled, Tan Qing looked over, his body jolting.
"Tan Qing." Wen Nuan's lips moved slightly, the grip on his hand tightening, cool sweat seeping out.
"Nuannuan, I'm here." Tan Qing held her hand in return, trying to convey strength to her.
"Mm." Wen Nuan replied, instinctively looking behind Leng Yan, expecting to see Ji Wei's figure, but there was only emptiness.
She shook her head gently, a self-deprecating smile appearing on her face.
