Yu Siqiao looked at the shadow of this person, inexplicably recalling another scene in his mind—
In his mind, she was wearing a splendid white dress, adorned with beautiful little flowers on her head, a sheer veil draping down, looking stunning beyond compare.
She held flowers in her hands, smiling with her eyes, starlight seemingly crystallized by her side, gracefully walking towards him.
Overlapping with the red figure in front of him, making it hard to distinguish.
It was clearly his first marriage, yet Yu Siqiao's heart at this moment was filled with an untimely thought: She was marrying him again.
Mo Shu slowly stepped forward, a beautiful and intricate round fan covering her face, the corners of her lips slightly raised, quietly revealing a pair of eyes to look at him.
Yu Siqiao's heart was ablaze, extending a shallow smile on his lips, he reached out his hand to her.
Mo Shu glanced at his broad palm, slowly stretched out her hand, and placed it in his palm.
