Seeing Feng looking over, Han Zhibao quickly lowered his head and retreated into the middle of the crowd.

She must have seen it wrong. That person couldn't be Feng Zai. Yes, she must have seen it wrong. She raised her head again, and Feng Zai was smiling gently at Xinhe. He held Shang Xinhe in his arms and said to him.

Walk to the car parked at the door.

The crowded crowd began to slowly move out of the way, and Han Zhibao followed the crowd and retreated to the edge.

Feng Zai carried Xin He into the car and followed suit.

The car slowly drove out of the gate of Shang's house and drove past Zhibao.

All this must be a dream. When she woke up from the dream, Feng Zai was still lying next to her, and there was no envelope that just said "Wait for me!"

Zhibao's heart hurt, as if she couldn't breathe. She stroked her heart and rushed out of the crowd to chase the car.

The Shang family has experienced so many hardships in the past year, and today finally a happy event diluted the gloom in the family. Xia Yinglin held her husband Shang Dechang's arm, nestled in her husband's arms and watched the car that welcomed her bride getting further and further away.

"Achang, let's go into the house!" Xia Yinglin looked at her husband and said.

Shang Dechang looked at the white figure in the crowd, as if he saw the shadow of Han Shuyun, and stumbled after the car. Shuyun? Shuyun? Thinking of Han Shuyun, Shang Dechang fell into deep self-blame again. Shuyun, if you

If you have a spirit, please tell me where our daughter is? Bao'er, where are you? Do you know how much dad misses you!

In March, it suddenly began to rain heavily, accompanied by rumbling thunder, which seemed to add to the festive and lively wedding of Feng Zai Monk Xinhe.

The banquet hall on the second floor of the Hilton Hotel was completely booked by the Shang family. A giant poster was erected at the entrance of the banquet hall, which showed the impromptu wedding photos taken by Feng Zai and Xinhe. There was also a red sign next to it that read "

"Congratulations to Mr. Feng Zai and Miss Shang Xinhe on their happy marriage" were written in big characters. Looking around, flower baskets were piled up in the corridor on the second floor. The waiters came in and out, very busy.

Han Zhibao walked out of the elevator dully and stood at the door of the banquet hall. She was soaked by the rain, and the rainwater on her hair and clothes dripped on the carpet, quickly soaking the expensive carpet.

Looking at the two people on the poster, she bit her lip tightly until it bled. This was not a dream.

Why? Why? Why? Why... these three words have been filling Zhibao's mind for a long time.

The door opened and a waiter came out, forgetting to close the door.

From a distance, Han Zhibao watched a group of young people cheering and laughing around Feng Zai and Xin He.

Feng Zai and Xin He were standing in the crowd, with a red apple hanging in front of them. One person stood on the bench and saw the two of them about to eat. He quickly raised the apple and let the two kiss together.

Han Zhibao covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying.

The waiter who had gone out earlier came back, followed by a middle-aged man in a suit. The man walked up to Han Zhibao and asked politely: "Miss, do you have an invitation letter?"

Han Zhibao looked at Feng Zai from a distance and shook his head.

"Then I'm sorry, this is a private banquet, please leave!"

Han Zhibao still looked at the wind without moving.

The middle-aged man whispered something to the waiter next to him, and the waiter ran away. The man said in a more serious tone: "Miss, you have soiled our carpet, please leave as soon as possible!"

Han Zhibao finally looked at the middle-aged man and then at the ground. Indeed, the place where her feet stood had turned into a small puddle. Only then did she realize that she was already soaked. A chill came over her, which made her endure

She couldn't help but shiver. She lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry!" When she raised her head again, several security guards ran over.

Zhibao took one last look at Feng Zai and walked into the elevator under the escort of security guards. As soon as she reached the first floor, she could no longer hold on and fainted in the crowded hall.

What's going on with all this?
Chapter completed!