Zhang Mengyu's emotions had not been good for a while. For this wedding, she didn't invite any of her friends; only some relatives from her family were present.
Ning Hao took her to the hotel's makeup room. When the time came, the two would go and hold the ceremony together.
Since the couple had been living together for a while and the wedding was nearby, they had plenty of time.
The procession went from the hotel to the house, taking no more than two minutes by car, even when driving slowly.
It was a bit past ten o'clock, an hour until the ceremony started.
Sitting at the dressing table, Zhang Mengyu suddenly began to cry again.
Ning Hao held her hand from the side, not knowing what to say.
Suddenly, Zhang Mengyu spoke up, "Ning Hao, can I say I don't want to during the ceremony?"
This sentence made Ning Hao tremble all over.
