weiyimoI just want to send a blessing, I wish you a happy wedding today, and An Nanyin, I also wish you to find your own happiness from now on.
The old man still laughs, but I am sad alone.
As soon as Wei Yimo finished speaking, she quickly picked up a cup of Baijiu on the table next to her and drank it without a drop left. The glass was empty, and she threw the small cup in her hand to the ground.
It was the sound of broken glass that rang through the wedding. The glass finally shattered into sharp slag on the ground. Her eyes were scarlet as she looked at Fan Chengcheng. The wine was really strong and burning.
She had never been exposed to things like alcohol, and the pungent smell of Baijiu instantly caught Wei Yimo's nose and throat. She blushed and bent over to hold the edge of the table and stood there coughing.
weiyimoFan Chengcheng, I thought that what you said was the truth, even if everyone was lying to me before; for three years, I relied on your promise and gritted my teeth through the dark days.
weiyimoLater? For three whole years, you Fan Chengcheng never appeared once, what did you do?! Do you take me as a joke that sees the end!!
"Do you see me as a joke that sees the ending!!"
This sentence shocked everyone.
Fan Chengcheng froze in place and was at a loss. Things were not what she thought. He never took her as a joke, but the only treasure he cherished.
Everyone present in the guest seat held their breaths, looking at the unchoreographed drama in front of them, no one dared to say a word more. Wei Yimo's eyes were bloodshot, and he was full of anger at the moment. She just stood opposite him.
The distance between the two people... will not change.
She didn't dare to forget what Fan Chengcheng had said the day she was taken away.
"I'm still waiting for you..."
Every day she meditated in prison, she was regretting, reflecting on herself all the time, knowing that she had really done something wrong, and she began to have a new desire and sunshine.
But it is still the promise that will not change.
"I'm still waiting for you..." Later, she was fantasizing that Fan Chengcheng could come to visit the prison and tell herself that he was still waiting for her...
And I can finally say sorry to him, sorry for the hurt I once did to him.
But you know what?
No, she had been fantasizing, but;
Fan Chengcheng never appeared,
I didn't give her this chance...
weiyimoIn fact, An Nanyin, you are luckier than me. You can be miserable in the past, but there is never a shortage of people who love you.
Wei Yimo turned his gaze to An Nanyin, who was stunned on the opposite side. In fact, when he passed through her words, to be precise, Wei Yimo was just looking at the person behind her and had been doing a broken-winged angel behind An Nanyin... Lin Yanjun.
She could have been weak,
Can be sad once,
Can have been injured,
But it's a fact that she never lacks love.
annanyinWhat are you talking about...
An Nanyin shook her head in confusion. She only hoped that Wei Yimo could go out immediately now, so that she would not have to see this heartache scene for her. It was undoubtedly a protection for her invisibility, even if it was a kind of disgust on the surface.
Wei Yimo smiled bitterly, and her eyes swept over the beautifully dressed wedding. She looked at Fan Chengcheng with a serious and embarrassed expression, and smiled lightly, with a conspiracy.
weiyimoDon't you feel that this wedding is a little bleak? Wedding, big day, shouldn't it be red? Do you want me to help you?
After she said this, her eyes were full of despair.
An Nanyin frowned and pondered the sentence, finally comprehending the meaning, raised her head abruptly, rushed to the security guard in front of the door regardless of the image and shouted:
annanyinNo, come on, stop her!!
But it was already too late...
Everyone saw a girl holding a heavy iron chain and ran towards the wall with all her strength. With a dull thud, the bright red blood stains turned red and white, and the girl's slender figure let the Buddha fall in the wind...
