Xia Yangyang saw Gu Qichen's expression, and the slight bitterness that had just risen in her heart evaporated.
Probably because Gu Qichen's gaze was too sincere.
So sincere that Xia Yangyang felt guilty about having even the slightest doubt.
Such a guilty look.
Xia Yangyang couldn't help but laugh and said, "I wouldn't be jealous, don't dream about it."
Then, the lights suddenly dimmed.
The music started to play.
The atmosphere of the entire venue became solemn and serious.
The door opened.
Gu Mingzhu stood at the entrance in a wedding dress.
Gu Mingzhu wore a simple white wedding gown.
But on her, it exuded an ethereal quality.
Although Gu Mingzhu was over fifty, she always maintained herself very well.
She was tall, and she managed her figure with strict discipline, looking almost like a supermodel.
And that face, seemingly forgotten by time.
There wasn't a trace of wrinkles on her face, only timeless beauty that left one in awe.
