Summary
On the wedding day, my fiancé’s “white moonlight”-the woman who had successfully won him over and then walked away-showed up. Her eyes were red, but she didn’t say a word. Gu Zhou immediately pulled her into a tender embrace. “You dummy, why are you crying? That’s no way to crash a wedding.” Watching the two of them walk away together, I almost laughed out loud. Perfect. I don’t have to marry this antisocial sick pervert after all.