Wen Xiao'ai raised her hand, caressing the embroidery on the wedding dress, and in a hoarse voice said, "…It's different, the heart of the flower needs to be smaller, the petals aren't this neat, there are eleven petals, and the flower is purple…"
He quickly said, "Then I'll have someone change it."
Glancing down at the embroidery on the wedding dress, knowing she liked it, he smiled and continued, "But the purple doesn't look great on the wedding dress, so I had it embroidered with silver thread. If you prefer purple, I'll have them change it, and also…"
"Jun Moyan…" she interrupted him.
Jun Moyan met her tear-blurred eyes, and his heart ached sharply, a bad feeling creeping in.
"…What's wrong?"
His hand clasped the wedding dress in his arms fearfully, his breath becoming erratic with fear.
"I…"
Wen Xiao'ai opened her mouth but couldn't speak, only tears flowed unceasingly.
Jun Moyan's face gradually turned pale, pretending to be okay, he forced a slight smile and said:
