From time to time there were exclamations in the field. Some people accidentally stepped on other people's skirts or heels, and some people were held by other people's hands. They felt that they were holding the wrong hand and wanted to break away in anger.
Of course, there are many men who take advantage of the darkness to fish in troubled waters and eat up all the women.
The scene was slightly chaotic, but there was no commotion.
Nuannuan walked to the sidelines. She did not want to participate in this event, nor did she want to be held by others. She only had one purpose, Xi Jian Yunchen.
What she wants to hold is Xijian Yunchen’s hand![
Xijian Yunchen had left the dragon chair since the ceremony started. Nuannuan had good eyesight. Even though there were many people in the venue, she could still see some general clues.
Xijian Yunchen did not appear here!
In the midst of doubt, her eyes suddenly lit up, a fragrant breeze blew by, and a man and a woman walked past her.
The woman's voice was as thin as a mosquito, delicate and soft, with a lingering aftertaste: "Emperor, emperor," she seemed to be a little scrupulous, but also hesitant: "Is it you?"
The voice was full of surprise.
The man smiled softly, his voice was very thin, full of magnetism, and also had a hint of endearment.
Even though he deliberately hid it, Nuannuan still heard that it was Xijian Yunchen's voice!
She was still looking for him. It turned out that he had gone away to look for his beauty and be happy.
The beauty must be Lin Bingqian!
A sneer appeared at the corner of Nuan Nuan's mouth, and she was about to step forward and separate them.
Suddenly, another figure was faster than her and rushed in front of them like a gust of wind.
Lin Bingqian groaned, as if her foot had been stepped on, she bent down and rubbed her toes with both hands.