Not getting the answer he wanted, or even the ideal response he expected, Lu Jingchen's face darkened as he turned her body back to face him, gazing down at her delicate face, "I've already said I love you now, and you have nothing to say in return?"
Song Qiao looked at his face, which showed almost no emotion, completely unable to figure out what kind of tantrum he was throwing. Her voice was tinged with a chilly smile, "What do you think I should say to you?"
He let go of her shoulders, straightened up, an inexplicable sense of frustration brewing inside him. After taking a deep breath, it took him a while to open his thin lips and utter the words, "It's nothing."
When Song Qiao walked out in her wedding dress, everyone's eyes in the bridal shop were instantly filled with astonishment. The shop owner even praised Song Qiao as the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in a wedding dress.
