Song Muyu was in no condition to attend the wedding, especially not with the need to constantly socialize.
Qi Yun noticed the fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead and grew even more anxious and worried.
Qiao Rui had good eyesight and naturally saw clearly as well.
Yet, before she could speak, Pei Liyan began, "Miss Song, if you're not feeling well, perhaps you should go back and rest!"
Song Muyu was taken aback, looking up at Pei Liyan. She smiled weakly, somewhat helplessly, "I'm afraid I can't leave yet!"
She knew too well that if she left now, Mrs. Song would probably blame her.
"Exactly!" He Lan muttered, "The guests haven't even left. As a member of the Song Family and Shuyi's sister-in-law, wouldn't it be ruining someone's reputation if she left just like that!"
"Can you just be quiet? No one will think you're mute," He Zheng said sternly, "It's clear Miss Song isn't feeling well, leaving a bit earlier won't matter."