The next morning was surprisingly sunny and beautiful.
Qin Yize changed into a clean coat, his eyebrows sharp, his eyes bright, and his posture as straight as a poplar tree, like a carefully carved piece of beautiful jade or a sheathed sword hiding its cold light, exuding an indescribable charm all over.
Several of Qiaoqiao's female classmates looked on with envy.
What kind of luck did Qiaoqiao have to marry such an excellent man?
And they, perhaps, might never meet someone like Qin Yize in their whole lives, right?
Out of jealousy is jealousy, after all, Qiaoqiao did grow up here, except for a few girls with strong jealousy, most were happy for Qiaoqiao.
They didn't know that Qin Yize was leaving today, so after a few words with Qiaoqiao, they all left one after another.