Around ten o'clock at Huaihai Park.
Chu Mengyao sat in a room, allowing the makeup artist to style her long hair, staring blankly at the reflection of herself in a white wedding dress in the mirror, yet she couldn't help but think of that somewhat frail figure.
She still vividly remembered how he had taken three bullets for her, yet still smiled and told her not to worry.
A slight smile curved her lips, bearing a trace of happiness.
Chu Mengyao's mother had died early, her father disliked her, and her stepmother had always been harsh; she had long lost all affection for such a home; she had thought she could escape this wedding, but now it seemed inevitable.
"Mengyao, do you regret knowing him?" The makeup artist was Chu Mengyao's cousin, Zhang Chen, the only true concern from the Shen Family.
"If I have to regret anything, I only regret not going to Shanghe Village earlier," Chu Mengyao murmured softly.
