Jiang Meilin felt especially uncomfortable, but she didn't say much. With what she considered her most perfect smile, she followed Shen Mingfeng through the archway adorned with flowers.
The wedding march began to play.
The emcee was on the perfectly arranged stage, saying grandly, "Let's welcome our newlyweds to the venue."
Immediately, the crowd turned their heads to look at them.
Then the entire scene became somewhat silent.
The expressions of those people were varied; no one knew what they were thinking. However, their eyes revealed pity and regret for her.
Many of those people used to be her friends, always shopping, discussing clothes, and going to the bar together. Since she lost a leg, she hadn't seen those so-called friends again. She didn't know whether they didn't want to see her or if her second uncle and Mingfeng prevented them from coming.
In any case, she hadn't seen them for two or three months.
