There are still five minutes until the hero escapes from marriage.
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon shone brightly over the sea. A luxurious cruise ship was quietly anchored on the water, its lights sparkling. White roses, dreamy gauze, a towering champagne pyramid, and waiters in neat uniforms holding trays moved among the guests dressed in glamorous gowns. Wen Zhao kept her head dow...
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon shone brightly over the sea. A luxurious cruise ship was quietly anchored on the water, its lights sparkling. White roses, dreamy gauze, a towering champagne pyramid, and waiters in neat uniforms holding trays moved among the guests dressed in glamorous gowns. Wen Zhao kept her head down, her thick seaweed-like hair hidden under a baseball cap. An ill-fitting men's suit hid her graceful and perfect figure completely. She stood in front of an arch made of 9,999 roses, her eyes fixed on the life-size cutout. The man was tall and handsome, the woman pure and petite, leaning against each other like a match made in heaven. "Tsk, tsk, this wedding photo truly shows true love," a noblewoman holding champagne sighed to her friend not far away. "Hal
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