Not getting the answer he wanted, not even a response from his ideals, Lu Jingchen's expression darkened as he turned her body to face him again, lowering his eyes to the delicate small face, "I've already said I love you, don't you have any response at all?"
Song Qiao looked at the handsome face that showed hardly any emotion and genuinely did not understand what kind of temper he was throwing. Her voice took on a hint of cool amusement, "What kind of response do you think I should give you?"
Releasing the grip on her shoulders, he straightened up, feeling an inexplicable sense of defeat inside. He took a deep breath, and after what seemed like a long time, his thin lips parted slightly to utter two words, "It's fine."
When Song Qiao walked out in the wedding dress, it instantly wowed everyone in the bridal shop, with the manager praising her as the most beautiful bride she had ever seen.
