Baiheng blinked, desperately fighting the urge to cry.
In the end, she couldn't hold back. She lowered her head and brought the bouquet to her nose.
The pink peonies had large blooms, easily hiding most of Baiheng's face and leaving only her fluffy ears visible.
The Foxian stayed silent with her head lowered for a long while, then lowered the bouquet and stammered:
"You two, you two have to be happy-"
Jingliu nodded with a smile and said softly:
"There, there. You'll smudge your makeup."
At that, Baiheng immediately jumped off her stool.
As the bride's family, she couldn't afford to make a single mistake!
Baiheng hurried over to the mirror.
"What? Where?"
Jingliu smiled helplessly.
"...Baiheng, you're practically pressed against the mirror."
"There's nothing wrong. Your makeup is perfect."
Baiheng ignored her, scrutinizing her reflection with a sharp gaze. Sure enough, she found something wrong.
She touched it up with a powder puff before returning to her seat.
Baiheng held the bouquet of pink peonies in both hands, studied it for a while, then suddenly said, "No, I need to find someone to hold this for me-"
She dashed toward the door, only to turn back halfway.
The bride and groom, best man, and bridesmaid all needed to wear boutonnieres or wrist corsages.
How could she have forgotten?
Baiheng moved quickly, putting on her wrist corsage and hastily saying goodbye to Jingliu.
A minute later, someone knocked on the Changing Room door.
Jingliu had an inkling of who it was and rose to open it.
Just as she'd thought, it was Xianyu.
Xianyu closed the door, then locked it.
Click-
Jingliu was puzzled.
What was he planning?
Why had he locked the door?
Could he... be planning to propose?
Jingliu studied her lover carefully.
He wore the white Military