Back on her own hillside, Ji Xiaosong was once again sunbathing lazily.
Rongrong floated over. "Song, have you considered going into this one without your previous memories? You could follow the original host's personality completely."
"Why?"
"It would give you a different experience and help with your cultivation."
"Fine. Let's go."
*
The dressing room door was ajar. When Ji Xiaosong pushed it open, her high heels made almost no sound on the carpet.
She was holding the bride's spare veil, which had been requested at the last minute. But when she saw the scene inside, she felt as if she'd been plunged into an ice cave.
Chen Mo had his back to the door, pressing Yang Yang against the vanity as he kissed her.
Yang Yang's legs were wrapped around Chen Mo's waist, her fingers digging deep into the back of his suit jacket. His meticulously styled groomsman's suit was already a wrinkled mess.
"Baby, let's slip away after the wedding."
