Unconsciously, a layer of mist had already risen in Xia Yunxi's eyes, blurring her vision...
Her fingertips gently slid over the man in the photo frame, touching the coolness of the glass. With a smile on her lips, her eyes were filled with an unbreakable tenderness.
Her other hand rested on her lower abdomen as she muttered, "Sister, I have finally married him as I wished, but you weren't my bridesmaid."
...
Withdrawing her gaze, Xia Yunxi wiped the mist from her eyes, steadied her mind, and continued towards the bedroom.
The closer she got to the master bedroom, the more panicked her heart became. In the silent corridor, she could distinctly hear her own heartbeat losing rhythm.
