Amidst low laughter, everyone was eagerly waiting for the bride and groom to enter.

So no one would notice that sitting on the bench in the last row on the left was a woman wearing a pink sweater. Her face looked a little sickly white, and she had a refreshing ponytail on the back of her head, silently.

Sitting there, it seemed a bit out of place compared to the atmosphere here.

Following a loud voice from the host.

"I would like to invite today's two couples and the four brides and grooms to enter!"

Then, Xia Yan saw the white wooden door open slowly, and the dazzling white light poured out in an instant. Then, she saw Chu Weiwei in a white wedding dress in the light, with a light smile on her lips, holding her arms beside her.

The groom, dressed in white and hand-tailored, slowly walked into the flower arch, behind him were two cute and energetic flower girls dragging the bride's extra-long skirt...

His eyes suddenly became wet, and tears blurred Xia Yan's vision. Weiwei, I wish you and Mo Jiyan grow old together!

Then came another couple, Yi Beihan and Bai Jinse.

Xia Yan lowered his head, not daring to look at them at all. He just heard whispers coming from the side.

“These two newlyweds are so eye-catching!”

"That's right! The two brides are so beautiful, they look like fairies descending to earth!"

"The groom is so handsome, too handsome!"

"Wow, I'm so envious!"

"They are truly a match made in heaven. Hey, I'm afraid only a stunning woman like Bai Jinse can be worthy of Yi Beihan!"

"But I heard that Yi Beihan also raised a woman outside..."

Xia Yan sighed, "Yes! Only Bai Jinse can be worthy of you!"

It turns out that there really is a kind of pain in this world called heart-piercing pain!

When the old priest in white robes stood in the middle of the stage, he asked solemnly.

"Will you take this woman to be your wife...love her forever and be faithful to her until the end of your life?"

Xia Yan's body trembled slightly as she watched the tall and perfect man slowly take the hand of the bride across from him, place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, and open his thin lips slightly.

"I do!"

Tears as big as beans flowed down her cheeks in clusters. Xia Yan's fingers were tightly intertwined, and the joints turned white...

She only felt that her world became pale from now on...

The undulating shoulders tell us that she is crying, holding back the crying that cannot be vented...

After a series of ceremonies, it’s time for the two brides to throw bouquets.

A group of unmarried women came forward one after another, and Xia Yan, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, took the opportunity to quietly leave the hall.

When the crowd swarmed up, Chu Weiwei glanced at the girls a few more times, hoping to find his good sister and throw the bouquet to her, but after patrolling for a long time, she could not be seen...

However, one of the bridesmaids screamed very loudly.

"Weiwei, throw the bouquet to me...throw it to me..."

After leaving the noisy hall, Xia Yan walked forward with her head lowered, when a well-proportioned hand held up a tissue and handed it to her eyes.

Stopping, Xia Yan froze for a moment, looked up at the other person, then took the tissue and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Do you need my cousin to lend you his shoulder?"

Murong Shaochuan came to the wedding on behalf of his father who was ill and could not come to congratulate her. He looked at her with soft eyes, patted his shoulder and tilted his shoulder slightly.

"You're welcome!"
Chapter completed!