The five women were sitting on the large bed at intervals, each with a red veil over her head.
Unable to see their faces, Ye Huan used his keen observation skills to easily identify who the woman closest to the room door, sitting furthest to the left on the bed, was based on their figure and other characteristics.
He reached out his hand with a bit of nervousness and slowly lifted the red veil, revealing Liu Tianyun's delicate oval face.
Her face was lightly adorned with makeup, her features were as if carved by the hands of a deity, and her eyes, moist with emotion, made one want to kiss her cherry lips.
"Ye Huan, I'm sorry." Suddenly, Liu Tianyun said this full of apology.
Ye Huan paused for a second, then smiled and said, "You and Sister Zhang were video-calling mom in the hall until late at night last time. Was it about the 'wedding'?"
"Yes."
"I shouldn't have kept it from you, and I did because I was so looking forward to having a wedding with you. It was selfish of me."
