Ye Huanyan, lost in thought, glanced deeply at He Ziting.
There was more to his words.
He Ziting was that kind of deeply reserved man, rarely speaking, and when he did, he was succinct.
The hall was opulent, the hanging crystal emitting a luxurious glow.
Upon entering the inner hall, she saw Lie Xunjue and Leh Ruoxin standing closely together among the crowd.
Lie Xunjue donned an impeccable pure black suit, standing out prominently among the crowd, the kind of suit style that made him appear both handsome and dignified.
She regarded him with a slightly sorrowful gaze.
There was a time when she had imagined marrying him.
His handsome and charming visage.
It made her heart stir fervently.
Yet, she was not his bride.
The woman he held hands with was someone else.
Leh Ruoxin wore a red qipao-style dress, her long hair elegantly done up, and she stood before them laughing spiritedly.
Yes, she had every right to be proud; she was the star of tonight.
