"Are you kidding me?"
Leng Jun only paused for a moment before leaving without looking back. She didn't take it seriously.
Duan Zhimu wouldn't like him.
She couldn't wait to leave him.
The misunderstanding in Second Aunt's neighborhood was just an excuse to leave him.
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When Duan Zhimu saw Leng Jun again, it was at Leng Yiyi's funeral.
The wedding of the century, which had once been the focus of the entire nation, had the most beautiful bride, the greatest extravagance, the high officials of wealthy merchants, and the flying flowers of the city. The appearance of every celebrity pushed this wedding to the pinnacle of extravagance.
The grand wedding of the Leng family's heiress, and the headlines of the news headlines for an entire year, no one could not help but sigh with emotion, and no one could not help but envy it.
It was a stark contrast to today's simple funeral.