Wedding party-1
On the day of the Wedding Party,
Nighttime.
Wang Zhao was standing in the living room next to the couch. He has dressed in a jet all-black suit. He looked like a royal prince. His hair was set back neatly and a gold Rolex shined on his wrist. His hands were in his pocket and he seemed impatient as if he was waiting for something.
The string of patience broke. He ran upstairs clicking his neatly polished leather shoes on the wooden floor. As soon as he reached the door of the bedroom, he took a deep breath. He opened it in a swift motion.
His heart skipped beats as if it was dancing in his chest. He was caught off guard when he saw Sang Qian struggling to tie the strings behind her back. Her hair was already styled with perfection. They fell on her shoulder with big bouncy curls parted sideways.
She had minimal makeup on and a dark blood red lipstick on. Her eyes looked sharp with her eye makeup on.