On the other side.
Lan Yue sat in the room on the top floor.
She was wearing a pure white wedding dress, her face delicately made up.
After the makeup artist and stylist finished her makeup and styling, she thanked them.
Maybe she wasn't good with words, not good at dealing with people, or maybe she was a bit nervous inside.
The atmosphere in the room quieted down, she wanted to say something, but opened her mouth and didn't know what to say.
A group of makeup artists and stylists exchanged some awkward glances, greeted her, and then left.
The room fell completely silent. Besides the wedding dress she was wearing and the decorations around, there was not a hint of celebratory atmosphere for the wedding.
Lan Yue pursed her lips, looking at the person in the mirror, her expression cold, with a faint hint of guardedness and aloofness, as if she was trying to keep others at a distance.
