Yan Changqing made a move, chasing after Jiang Mo.
Old Madam Ran also consoled, "That's right, Qingchen, you know what kind of person Jiang Mo is. He must have had his reasons for doing this. Let's wait for him to come back and ask for clarification."
"Liar... Liar..."
The woman sat down on the ground, powerless. Her bright red wedding dress was like a blooming blood rose, spreading out on the floor.
The pain and terror in her heart echoed endlessly like lonely reverberations from the abyss, unable to calm for a long time.
The people remaining around her exchanged looks.
A wedding had turned out like this; no one had anticipated it.
Some who were already displeased with the idea of Ran Qingchen getting married and were there to watch the spectacle now revealed mocking smiles.
Those jeers were like sharp swords, stabbing at the helpless woman, leaving her covered in wounds.
Looking at her lonely and helpless niece, Jiang Yi cursed angrily:
