A bright light shone down from above.
At such a close distance, Jiang Qingli could see the curve of every single one of his eyelashes with perfect clarity.
Everyone's eyes were on them. The air was filled with hushed whispers and the sound of hurried footsteps approaching.
But Jiang Youchen didn't seem to notice at all.
At this moment, his eyes held only her reflection, as if she were the only thing he cared about.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl.
Jiang Qingli slowly placed her hand in his.
The instant her fingertips touched his palm, he clasped her hand.
But he quickly loosened his grip, holding it lightly instead.
After they took their positions, the other guests filed in one after another. The crystal chandeliers lit up in sequence, illuminating the entire ballroom as if it were day.
