At the hotel entrance, the champagne tower and flower arch of the wedding stung her eyes. She stood in the crowd, like an outsider.
She saw Zhang Tian wearing a custom-made suit, holding Liang Mengqi's hand, and smiling gently.
At that moment, Huang Yunshan's heart was completely broken.
She didn't rush up to confront him; she simply turned and left silently. She didn't want to make things worse for herself.
As she left the hotel, she rode her old bicycle, tears blurring her vision. Just as she was about to collide with an oncoming luxury car, the car braked suddenly, and she and the bicycle fell to the ground.
"Are you alright?" a deep male voice asked.
She looked up and saw a man in a sharp suit standing in front of her, with a cold and aloof demeanor and an extraordinary air about him.
"Are you blind? How do you drive?!" she shouted angrily, her emotions breaking down.
The man paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "You've got some nerve, daring to talk to me like that."
"I don't care who you are!" she gritted her teeth, picked up her bicycle, and was about to leave.
"Wait," the man called to her, "You're injured."
"It's none of your business." She said without turning her head.
The man watched her retreating figure, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
"Interesting," he said in a low voice.