Su Wuwei felt something fall on the back of her hand. She looked at it under the dim light and saw a drop of crystal water, shining like a diamond.

She was shocked and ignored Fu Yuan's stop. She tentatively touched Fu Yuan's eyes with both hands. As expected, there were tears on them, and with her movement, they fell on her wrist drop by drop, as if giving tears to her. She put on a bracelet.

"Don't cry." Su Wuwei held Fu Yuan's face distressedly. She wanted to comfort Fu Yuan, but she couldn't say a word. She just clumsily wiped Fu Yuan's tears with her hands.

At this moment, she regretted so much why she had to grow nails. If her fingers had no nails, she wouldn't have to worry about hurting Fu Yuan, and she wouldn't have to worry so much about wiping his tears like she does now.

This was the first time she "saw" Fu Yuan shed tears. She didn't shed tears herself, but she was even sadder than tears.

God is so unfair to them. Why can't people who love each other be together? Why do they always have to go through so many hardships?

After all, can they still be together in this life?

Su Wuwei thought about this question for a long time and couldn't figure it out. Her mind kept repeating it, playing the scene of her last meeting with Fu Yuan over and over again.

She will never forget Fu Yuan's last words, "I didn't expect that when you have touched the past, we will be separated forever."

The wedding date arrived in the blink of an eye. Originally, Yan Yan wanted Su Wuwei to stay at the wedding hotel last night so that she could sleep an extra hour in the morning.

But Su Wuwei still refused. It was a cloudy sky and the sun had not yet come out. Su Wuwei drove towards the hotel. There was no expression on her face, and even if it was, it was as cold as frost.

Seeing her look like this, who would have thought that she was a bride-to-be who was about to get married?

The blue Maserati galloped through the dawn in Shucheng, leaving behind a beautiful landscape and a faint smell of gasoline in the air.

There was nothing along the way, except for the occasional chirping of birds and the chirping of insects. The only thing that accompanied her was the day and night street lights on both sides of the road.

The street lights that used to look so cozy were now like guiding lights to the execution ground in Su Wuwei's eyes.

This was the first time she wished that a road had no end, so that she could continue walking forever and endlessly. Unfortunately, without if, she would eventually reach the end.

The brightly lit hotel is full of people. The lobby on the first floor has been decorated very festively. It is a wedding venue with a Chinese style. Everything is red, with big red 囍 characters and braided Chinese knots everywhere.

In the past, she was very fond of Chinese-style things and even bought a few cheongsams.

But now she felt that the red looked so ominous, as shocking as blood.

The moment Su Wuwei appeared, she was dragged to the makeup artist's room by the makeup artist. Bridal makeup is the most important part of the wedding and the most time-consuming thing. No one dares to be careless about it.

During the makeup period, Yan Yan came in. Although Su Wuwei's makeup was only half completed at that time, Yan Yan's eyes were unabashedly stunning. Unfortunately, Su Wuwei was not even willing to talk to him.

It was more than two hours after the bride finished putting on her makeup. The next step was to change clothes. Her first outfit was the bright red wedding dress she wore during the ceremony.

Originally, the makeup artist wanted to come in and help Su Wuwei get dressed, but Su Wuwei refused because she was shy. She carried the extremely luxurious red wedding robe into the dressing room.

The makeup artist was waiting anxiously outside the dressing room, asking her from time to time if she was dressed and if she needed help.

Suddenly Su Wuwei screamed in surprise. The makeup artist outside was frightened and asked what happened.

The locker room became quiet again, as if there was no one inside.

Just when the makeup artist couldn't help but rushed in, Su Wuwei opened the door of the dressing room and came out. She was still wearing the clothes she came in, white short-sleeved black trousers, and the expensive Jifu He was crumpled into a ball and held in her arms.

The makeup artist's face suddenly changed, and she asked anxiously, "Miss Su, what happened? Why didn't you change your clothes?"

There was a flash of guilt in Su Wuwei's eyes, and the next moment she had already stuffed the clothes to the makeup artist with a cold face, "What do you mean by giving it to me? See if you can still wear it?"

With a pale face, the makeup artist shook off the bright red Jifu, and saw that the back of the top had been cut open with a blade, from the butterfly bone to the hem of the clothes, which was very long.

Over there, Su Wuwei stomped his feet angrily, "How do you keep the clothes? Can you still wear the clothes after they have become like this? Can you take responsibility for my wedding being messed up?"

The makeup artist was a little girl. At this time, she started crying anxiously and said incoherently, "When I took the clothes from the store in the morning, they were still in good condition. Who ran in and scratched them?"

"Ahem..." There was a flash of embarrassment on Su Wuwei's face, and the next second she had scolded her coldly, "You don't doubt it's me, do you? Have you ever seen a bride ruin her dress?"

This sentence left the makeup artist speechless. After a while, the little girl came over and apologized, "Ms. Su, I'm sorry, I didn't doubt your intentions. I'll call the store right away to see if there are any others." method."

Seeing that she had indeed taken out her mobile phone, Su Wuwei snatched it away, "What's the use of calling you now? The wedding will start in half an hour, so let's see if there are any clothes here that can replace it. "

These words woke up the dreamer, and the makeup artist quickly started looking around, and finally found a white lace cheongsam.

She hesitated and said to Su Wuwei, "Miss Su, now I only have this custom-made toast suit for you. I wonder if you are willing to..."

Su Wuwei glanced sideways at the cheongsam that was made up and held in her hands like a treasure. She said reluctantly, "It would be fine if it was a wedding dress, but this is obviously an ordinary cheongsam."

The makeup artist's face turned red. Although she didn't speak, judging from her expression, she highly agreed with Su Wuwei's words. Even any fool knows that wedding dresses and toast attire are not on the same level.

Su Wuwei stared at the other person for a full two minutes, which made the makeup artist almost burst into tears. Then she pretended to be generous and said, "Forget it, let me follow your way. I will wear this cheongsam." Okay, but you have to readjust my hair and makeup, and don’t make it inappropriate.”

This time Su Wuwei changed into a cheongsam very cooperatively. Although it was just a simple cheongsam, it was indeed customized for her as the makeup artist said.