Mu Mian gasped in shock.
The crowd gradually dispersed, focusing their attention on the perfect couple and the many intricate social procedures.
She sat alone by the door, and eventually, finding it dull, stood up to stroll in the garden by herself.
Sitting on a bench.
The night was dark, but not as somber as the darkness in her heart.
She now thought of Gong Heng as a pervert!
"Baby, you're really partial! At the engagement you let him stay by your side, and at the wedding, you also let him play the groom. Favoring one over the other like this, I'm heartbroken," he teased.
"Hmm... stop... don't bite... it hurts..."
"My love for you is no less than his, how can you love only him?"
"Yi... stop messing around... we still have to see off guests later... don't leave any marks..."
"Seeing off guests doesn't need you, he can do it alone. You just need to properly mend my wounded heart."
"Don't... not here... mmm... bastard!"