The soft light of the fitting room fell upon the pristine white wedding dress. Ji Xiaosong stood before a curved mirror, gazing at the unfamiliar woman staring back at her.
Layers of lace outlined the gentle curve of her baby bump, and the tiny diamonds on her veil glittered under the light.
"Absolutely beautiful," the Old Madam said, dabbing the corner of her eye. "When Chenchen sees you, he'll surely…"
Before she could finish, Ji Xiaosong's vision suddenly went black, and she collapsed forward.
"Madam!"
In a daze, she heard a chorus of screams and felt someone catch her.
When she woke again, all she could see was a blinding white.
"You're awake?" a deep voice asked from beside her.
Ji Xiaosong turned her head and saw Huo Chen sitting by her hospital bed. The overbed table in front of him was piled high with documents, and three assistants stood by, silently awaiting his instructions.
"What happened?"
