The makeup artist stepped forward and touched up Qiao Xiaren and Jason's makeup again, secretly giving Qiao Xiaren a gesture of encouragement. The surroundings were filled with kind and positive voices, continually cheering her on.
Fang Yun's eyes barely left her, waiting for the moment she might collapse. She couldn't accept losing the opportunity that was almost within her grasp.
"Action."
With the director's cue, Qiao Xiaren carried the bouquet and walked forward. As if her injury was nonexistent, she walked naturally and gracefully, just like a true bridesmaid offering blessings to the bride.
Fang Yun's eyes widened so much they almost popped out. Her gaze fell to Qiao Xiaren's feet—how was this possible? With such swelling, she could still walk as if everything was fine?
How could this be...
