Li Sihe looked at Zhuang Jie Ning's smug expression impassively.
His eyes were dull, and the curve of his lips was distant enough, "Then I wish you get what you desire."
A trace of viciousness flashed in Zhuang Jie Ning's eyes.
In such a highly publicized occasion, she masked her inner coldness and darkness with a façade, her smile perfect, "Of course I will get what I desire, Li Sihe, I have put in so much effort, there is no reason for me not to succeed."
The two walked to the front of the stage amidst an elegant melody, under the gaze of the audience, they exchanged rings.
Bian Yue watched from afar, sincerely hoping in her heart that Li Sihe could be happy.
"Now, the groom may kiss the bride," the host said with a brilliant smile, and as his voice fell, the crowd began to applaud.
Li Sihe turned his body, looking at Zhuang Jie Ning in front of him, who bore a properly decorous smile.
