C133 (1/2)

”Do you like it?”

Jiang Yu looked at me and chuckled.

I nodded.

”So when we got married, you were like that too, weren't you?”

I didn't answer.

”Look, the groom is coming out …”

I changed the topic and pulled Jiang Yu's hand. Jiang Yu also only smiled, he didn't notice anything amiss.

After a while, the father of the bride appeared, and the bride walked forward step by step, holding her father's hand.

It was too far away for me to see clearly what the bride's father looked like, let alone the bride with the veil over her head.

But how to say? Perhaps this was the nature of every woman. They were born with an indescribable yearning towards marriage and wedding dress.

In all honesty, I envy the bride.

I was married, too, but my wedding had nothing, like in a TV show, and three kowtows against the sky would have sold me out.

At that time, I was really young. I saw love as everything. So what if I didn't have a gorgeous wedding dress, so what if I didn't have money? As long as they love each other, they can overcome all problems.

But from the looks of it now, those thoughts seemed foolish no matter how one looked at them.

The saddest thing about a woman is that she regards kinship as the whole of her life. Unfortunately, I am such a pathetic and pathetic existence.

It wasn't that I didn't like to go to weddings. It was just that at that time, I thought my own lover had died, and I thought I was an unfortunate existence that would bring bad luck to those who were happy.

But now, the happiness of others will only remind me again and again how pathetic it is.

The bride walked slowly, and suddenly, at the end, there was a flash of light.

At a certain point, an elevator with a man dressed in a white suit and looking like a prince in fairy tales slowly rose up into the sky.

When the light hit his face, I could feel my whole body shaking.

Unknowingly, my fists were clenched tightly. I looked in disbelief at the man standing in front of the lens where everyone's eyes were focused on.

I was close enough to see his face.

His gaze had been on his bride, but he had inadvertently looked in my direction, and then he had been looking in my direction.

Obviously, he saw me.

In a single glance, it was as though he had returned to five years ago.

At that moment, it was unknown what sort of emotion he felt in his heart.

Once, he and my wedding have nothing, in the poverty-stricken days, we swear by the heavens, the earth for the alliance. So what if it's bitter, I thought it was love, I can give everything for him!

Ironically, five years from now, I'll be standing here and watching the man who swore to the heavens that he would be good to me forever, that he would only love me all his life walk into marriage with another woman!

I hate him! I hate him for betraying me, and I hate myself for loving him so much!

But none of the emotional shock was as heavy as the weight of seeing him marry another woman.