"The wedding you dreamt of might be real!" Ye Yuqiao said, leaning into Chen Hao's arms with a tone full of sadness. "I wasn't at that wedding, which means that by then, we must have either been separated by life or death!"
"You might have been the bridesmaid!" Chen Hao's soothing voice whispered in Ye Yuqiao's ear, "The reason I was upset then was that I thought it was my wedding, and the bride wasn't you."
Ye Yuqiao looked up at Chen Hao, her expression as overcast as the sky above their heads, and asked, "Did you see if the bridesmaid next to the bride was me?"
Chen Hao shook his head, the vulnerability of Ye Yuqiao at sensitive times both pained and made him anxious, he hurriedly said, "At that time, I was only looking at the bride, I didn't pay attention to who the bridesmaid was!"
"If the bridesmaid was really me, how could you have not noticed me?" Ye Yuqiao's face grew darker, "Unless I'm no longer in your heart, to you, I'm no different from anyone else."