Tang Jin was so shocked that he momentarily forgot to react, simply watching the woman's retreating figure as she moved further and further away from him, until she climbed the steps and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Prince on the stage. Around them erupted thunderous applause and tumultuous cheers...
"Mommy, you're so beautiful," Fanfan rose from his seat, pitter-pattering as he ran up.
It was only then that Tang Jin noticed his own son was wearing a tiny suit, displaying a brilliantly sunny smile toward the man and woman on the stage. In that instant, he felt as though he had been abandoned by everyone, even his own family and friends were blessing their union. Could he possibly be dreaming?
"Mu Jiujiu!" Tang Jin took a step forward, then halted, calling out to the swayingly graceful silhouette of the woman, his voice as if restraining something, deep and hoarsely raspy.
The woman paid him no heed, not even turning her head! Could it really be a dream?
