Xin Xiaozhen wore the wedding dress, absentmindedly listening to Xiang Qingyun talk about the wedding preparations.
Then, she thought back to a time before, when she told Yu Chenxi that if they ever got married, they should do this and that...
He had said he liked traditional Chinese weddings; she, in truth, preferred Western ones. But since he liked Chinese weddings, she followed suit and said she liked them as well. If they got married in the future, they'd have a traditional Chinese wedding, she had said. Then, they'd host a banquet, and she even talked about their honeymoon...
The scenes in her mind shifted continuously, one after another. Lost in thought, Xin Xiaozhen suddenly felt a pang of sorrow. She raised her head to gaze out of the window, and as her vision carried forward, across the street to the antique shop, the silhouette of a man caught her eye.
