The wedding officially began.
In the bright sunlight, Mu Yiliang felt not a trace of warmth.
Accompanied by the wedding march, she walked down the long red carpet with the man beside her. The eyes of blessings and jealousy from the audience were all on her. Halfway through, Mu Yiliang seed to stumble accidentally, but Yan Sijue caught her just in ti.
She leaned against him as if drained of strength, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead!
Thinking of Lan Yueru undergoing surgery and could die at any mont, she couldn’t calm down. The imnse pressure was almost crushing her.
Because of this small mishap, a low gasp ca from the crowd!
Yan Sijue’s cold gaze fell on her face, his smile still gentle, but his voice seed to co from hell: "Are you provoking ?"
Mu Yiliang’s eyelashes trembled fiercely, and she said in a low voice, "I’m sorry, I didn’t an to..."
Yan Sijue tightened his grip on her hand, whispering in her ear, "Stand straight, my bride."
The warm breath fell on her ear, making Mu Yiliang shrink slightly.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she quickly stood up straight with his support.
"Let’s continue."
As she spoke, she tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a superficial smile.
Yan Sijue was quite satisfied with her performance, smiling faintly, yet his grip on her fingers did not loosen at all.
This small interlude did not cause much of a stir, and soon, the two of them reached the end of the red carpet.
Standing face to face, Mu Yiliang looked up and saw the exceptionally handso face of the man, her heart clenching tightly.
She had never thought there would be a day when she would look at this man in such a way.
His features were still those she was familiar with, yet they were so unfamiliar they frightened her.
Beside her ear, the officiant seed to be saying sothing, witty and articulate, the scene joyful and warm.
But as the protagonists of the wedding, they seed to be detached from this atmosphere.
Perhaps out of extre fear, Mu Yiliang’s expression looked sowhat numb, whereas opposite her, Yan Sijue’s gaze was dark and unfathomable, deep and impossible to read.
He stared at her face the whole ti, the coldness in his eyes growing heavier, until he finally seed to lose patience, suddenly speaking coldly: "Enough, on to the next part!"
The officiant suddenly fell silent!
He hesitated for a few seconds, stumbling over his words, "Next, please... please have the couple exchange rings."
By this ti, the guests in the audience could also tell that sothing was off.
Xiao Qi frowned, whispering, "Xiaoze, what’s going on?"
Xiaoze sat beside her, looking thoughtful and shook his head without speaking.
He didn’t know what was happening either, but there was no doubt that both Daddy and Mommy didn’t seem quite right... especially Daddy, who seed so unfamiliar...
His little face was tightly tense.
Xiao Qi couldn’t hold back, whispering, "Yiliang seems to be forced, what’s really going on... no, I need to do sothing!"
Jason grabbed her hand, "Don’t make a fuss! Whatever it is, wait until the wedding is over to discuss!"
"But..."
"Do you think Yiliang would be unwilling to marry Yan Sijue?"
Jason’s words left Xiao Qi speechless, so she said sulkily, "Alright, then let’s wait and see."
Did sothing happen between these two? It doesn’t seem like it...
But Xiao Qi’s unease remained heavy.
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