Yeh Huang was particularly handsome today, a black suit, white shirt, and a silver tie, exuding an emperor-like pressure amidst his good looks, every movement giving off a sense of inviolable sanctity.
As Long Linger walked up the red carpet holding his arm, she quietly watched his profile; she always wanted to see through this man, but she never truly could.
No matter the angle, he was perfect, flawless from every 360 degrees.
Just as he had said, he didn't let her make a speech; he took the microphone and announced her as his wife. At that moment, she surprisingly felt not a shred of emotion.
The applause thundered throughout the hall, yet she only felt like a puppet, manipulated by Yeh Huang...
In her line of sight were the flashlights from the reporters' cameras, blinking nonstop, her smile becoming increasingly stiff and rigid. Nonetheless, she continued to put on a cheerful face, smiling brilliantly.
