"Don't worry, everything will definitely be okay," Lin Xilu comforted her.
An Ziqi nodded.
"An'an," Lin Xilu called out.
An Ziqi looked up at him.
"I hope you'll be happy," Lin Xilu couldn't describe what he was feeling at the moment.
After all, she was the one he had loved for so many years, and now she was going to be someone else's wife. To say he felt nothing would certainly be a lie.
But the only thing he could do now was to wish her happiness.
And saying those well-wishes, it seemed, wasn't as hard or as painful as he had imagined.
Finally, a smile appeared on An Ziqi's face, "Thank you."
Upstairs, Xiao Moli stood by the window, watching the cheerful An Ziqi and Lin Xilu below, and pursed his lips.
He was at the office working when he suddenly received news that An Siqing had an accident in the hospital, and he feared An Ziqi would become anxious and rushed over in a hurry.