The wedding officially began.
In the bright sunlight, Mu Yiliang felt not a trace of warmth.
Accompanied by the wedding march, she walked down the long red carpet with the man beside her. The eyes of blessings and jealousy from the audience were all on her. Halfway through, Mu Yiliang seemed to stumble accidentally, but Yan Sijue caught her just in time.
She leaned against him as if drained of strength, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead!
Thinking of Lan Yueru undergoing surgery and could die at any moment, she couldn't calm down. The immense pressure was almost crushing her.
Because of this small mishap, a low gasp came from the crowd!
Yan Sijue's cold gaze fell on her face, his smile still gentle, but his voice seemed to come from hell: "Are you provoking me?"
Mu Yiliang's eyelashes trembled fiercely, and she said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
Yan Sijue tightened his grip on her hand, whispering in her ear, "Stand straight, my bride."
