Fortunately, the road was not very long. When the wedding sedan arrived at Prince Yun's Mansion, the sound of firecrackers was deafening. When the sedan door opened, what caught her eyes were the bright red wedding shoes and a pair of embroidered shoes. She had no choice but to cover her head with a bright red hijab.
You can see pairs of shoes...
"Miss, let's get off the sedan." A soft voice came from her ear, and then a pair of white hands helped her get off the sedan.
Tian'er? Long Fuyue suddenly felt a warmth in her heart. After all, Tian'er is her best friend.
With her by his side, her beating heart finally calmed down.
"What are you doing standing still? Do you want me to carry you away?" A very familiar voice came over. There seemed to be a boss's impatience in that voice, which made her body tremble slightly.[
Feng Qianyu! He was finally willing to see her? She thought he would let her hold his memorial tablet in worship.
Long Fuyue wanted to shed tears again, but she bit her lips and held them back.
A piece of wedding silk was handed into her hand, and she was led forward by him like a blind man.
The surroundings were quiet, without a sound. If it weren't for the rows of feet of various colors seen under the wedding dress, Long Fuyue would have almost thought that he was the only one left in the wedding hall.
Even Tian'er beside him didn't dare to take a breath, and was as silent as a cicada.
What's going on? Are these people here to attend a wedding or a funeral? Why are they all so silent, as if they are bidding farewell to the body? Instead of singing a happy song, it is enough to just say a congratulations?
Suddenly Tian'er heard a low voice: "Miss, be careful of the steps."
"Ah?" Long Fuyue was a little distracted. Without warning, he tripped and fell straight down!
She screamed, seeing the red carpet coming towards her, her flower-like lips about to kiss the ground beneath her feet, her waist suddenly tightened, and Feng Qianyu hugged her almost subconsciously.
Smelling the familiar scent on his body, Long Fuyue suddenly wanted to cry.
However, Feng Qianyu quickly withdrew her hand as if it was burning, and said coldly in her ear: "Don't get me wrong, I just don't want my wedding to be ugly."
As if being poured down by a bucket of cold water, Long Fuyue was instantly chilled. She forced her lips to smile and said: "Don't worry, I'm not wrong. I also know you don't have this kind of thing."