The ceremony went on for a long time. When he saw Lu Anqi and Lin Xiaoxiao exchanging rings with each other, the tears that had been accumulating in Weiran's eyes suddenly started to fall.
She hurriedly lowered her head, picked up the cup at hand in a covert manner, and drank the liquid in it in one gulp.
Who knew that the cup she picked up was actually filled with wine, and when she drank it in one gulp, the hot liquid rushed into her throat, causing Weiran to cough violently.
"I need to go out for a while, cough..." Weiran covered her mouth with one hand, raised her head and said to Leng Junyi.
Leng Junyi was playing with a glass wine glass on the table with one hand. After hearing Wei Ran's words, he raised his head and glanced at her lightly.
Weiran's little face turned red due to a violent cough, and there were two sparkling tears in her big eyes. The whole person looked particularly charming and pitiful.
Leng Junyi's heart trembled for no reason, but he regained his composure after a moment.
"Ye Weiran, today is the happy day for the man named Lu. You'd better not play any tricks." Leng Junyi said calmly, which was regarded as acquiescing to Weiran's suggestion.
Wei Ran nodded slightly, covering his mouth with one hand, and hurriedly walked through the crowded crowd in the banquet hall.
She hopes Lu Anqi can live happily more than anyone else, and of course she will not do anything to ruin his wedding at this time.
Weiran walked out of the venue in a bitter mood. Outside the venue was a small garden. After passing through the dense trees, there was a small pavilion inside. Weiran sat down in the pavilion, still putting his hand on his chest, coughing.
Gradually it stopped.
Having just stayed in the noisy venue for a long time, Weiran felt her head hurt and she felt stuffy.
Now that she is breathing the fresh air in the garden, Wei Ran feels much better and her breathing is much smoother.
Wei Ran sat there quietly, looking up at the brightly lit venue not far away, and seemed to be able to hear all kinds of laughter and laughter.
Her heart contracted violently, and it hurt as if it was being pulled by something. Weiran stretched out her hands and hugged her shoulders tightly, burying her face deeply in her arms.
Tears finally flowed from his eyes, slid down his cheeks silently, and fell to the ground bit by bit.
I don't know how much time passed, but because I was afraid of what Leng Junyi would see, Weiran stretched out her hand to wipe the tears remaining on her cheeks and prepared to go back.
Weiran stood up and walked out of the small pavilion. Just when he passed a large leafy tree, he suddenly saw a figure flashing out in front of him.
Weiran didn't see clearly who the figure in front of her was, but her arm was suddenly grabbed by the other person, pulling her forcefully towards the shadow behind the big tree.
"Who are you? Let me go, um..." Weiran asked loudly, but the person covered her mouth, and the rest of the words were blocked in her mouth.
At this time, Lu Anqi was holding a wedding ceremony. All the security guards and order-maintaining personnel were concentrated in the hall. There was no security at all in the small garden outside. If something happened to her, no one would know.
Weiran felt panicked, and then remembered the time when Gu Jiayin asked someone to kidnap her to the old factory, and her face turned pale for a moment.
In order to protect herself, Weiran opened her mouth and bit the opponent's hand hard, trying to escape while the opponent was relaxed.
"Of course, it's me." A gentle and deep voice sounded behind her ears, and Weiran suddenly stopped in shock.
"Aqi, why are you? Why are you here?" Weiran asked in surprise, taking a step forward and putting some distance between herself and Lu Anqi.
Lu Anqi is the protagonist of this wedding. Shouldn't he be on the stage receiving blessings from everyone at this time? Why is he here?
"I just wanted to come out for some air, but I didn't expect to meet you. However, I have a lot to say to you." Lu Anqi lowered his head slightly, and there was a trace of unspeakable bitterness in his voice.
"Is your hand okay? Does it hurt?" Weiran anxiously took Lu Anqi's hand and used the dim light to see how his hand was doing.
Because of her impatience, Weiran bit him hard just now, and she didn't know if it caused blood.
Lu Anqi gently took his hand out of Weiran's, held Weiran's hand with his backhand, and said nonchalantly: "My hand is fine, it doesn't hurt."
Ever since he was forced by his father to marry Lin Xiaoxiao a few days ago, his heart ached as if it had been cut by a knife.
The pain in his heart had covered up everything, so how could these small pains make him feel anything?
After Lu Anqi said this, he didn't say anything else. Weiran just lowered his head quietly and said nothing.
Lu Anqi's hand was still holding Wei Ran's hand tightly. The two of them stood face to face like this. They could almost feel each other's breathing. The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.
"Aqi, it's time for me to go back." Weiran finally pulled her hand out with force, saying as if she had made up a lot of determination.