I'd like to go pick a wedding dress.

Regret?

Xue Murong's struggling suddenly halted.

Her mind went blank for a moment, then she quickly snapped back, "How could I possibly regret it?"

Shen Muchen was at a loss for words, "Since you don't regret it, you should focus more on your fiancé. You and Gu Yichen are still giving each other the cold shoulder, right? Instead of coaxing him, you come here to attack Mu Anran. I really don't understand what you are thinking?"

"I..." Xue Murong suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

She wore a cold expression and suddenly freed herself from Shen Muchen's hands, "Let go, I can walk by myself."

Her silhouette looked somewhat dejected, and Shen Muchen frowned but still followed her.

Xue Murong walked out in a daze, her thoughts in turmoil: How could it be possible, how could she regret it?

She had been fond of Gu Yichen for many years.

When they got engaged three years ago, she truly felt like the happiest woman in the world.