Du Zhen snapped his fingers. "Yes. I can already picture it."
Jiang Rui smirked. "Imagine Mo Yuzhen, the almighty, the most famous Playboy, finally settling down with one woman, standing there in a groom's suit, obedient and devoted, watching his bride walk toward him."
They laughed again.
But Mo Yuzhen didn't.
Because suddenly…
His mind wasn't in that room anymore.
An image appeared in his head without warning. It was of Tang Xiyu dressed in a pure white wedding gown with a soft white veil, a shy blush painting her cheeks, her eyes gentle and bright as she smiled up at him.
His heartbeat sped up.
Warmth spread through his chest like fire, slow but unstoppable. Before he even realized it, the corners of his lips had curved up. He lifted his glass silently and drank slowly, almost as if sealing that image into his heart.
His friends didn't miss it.
Jiang Rui whistled. "Look at that smile. He's gone. Completely gone."
