Gu Xinzhou's legs went weak: "Sky, skydiving?"
The Western woman looked at her in surprise: "Why, you didn't know? Mr. Song contacted me a month ago to arrange this kind of wedding."
Gu Xinzhou: "..."
Oh well, remembering the helicopter ladder to the glass flower house, didn't she climb it before?
She took a deep breath and asked with a good temper: "May I ask, from what height are we jumping down?"
"Not high, just over a thousand meters." The coach said, unfolding the equipment in his hand to fit Gu Xinzhou: "This is also a pure white skydiving gear specially customized for you by Mr. Song. He said your favorite color is white, which is why he prepared the wedding here for you."
Gu Xinzhou: "..."
The skydiving coach was puzzled, but vaguely heard the sound of grinding teeth.
Gu Xinzhou followed the staff out of the igloo.
As she stepped outside, she looked at the surroundings and was moved to tears...
