No guests, no wedding banquet, nothing at all.
Zhuo Benzheng stood in the darkness, feeling a deep desolation in his heart.
Although Qie Weilan always said she didn't care about those formalities, from the way she has been tirelessly sewing wedding handkerchiefs and the like, it's clear she values these things deeply.
It's only natural; which girl doesn't hope to be married with great pomp and ceremony?
She only pretended not to care because she had no choice.
Thinking this, Zhuo Benzheng felt as though his heart was being cut apart.
He's truly incompetent!
To think he doesn't even have the capability to give the woman he loves a proper wedding!
The cold wind blew past, and Zhuo Benzheng suddenly felt an urge to cry.
Just then, he saw several lanterns flicker in the distance, and then noticed Yao Yachao, Han Bochao, and Wu Zizhang, carrying both big and small boxes, walking over with lanterns in hand.
"You guys..." Zhuo Benzheng widened his eyes in surprise.
