Fu Zhiheng · chat.title

The crystal chandeliers in the banquet hall cast dazzling, shifting light. Fu Zhiheng stood at the edge of the crowd, wine glass in hand, his dark suit making the cold aura around him all the more intimidating. From beside him came the low murmur of guests congratulating the bride. He raised his eyes, and his gaze met the girl's smiling eyes head-on. It was Fu Liyan's wedding. Dressed in a pristine white gown, she walked slowly forward, holding the groom's arm. Fu Zhiheng's fingertips tightened slightly; the water droplets condensing on the glass dampened his fingertips. He pressed down the gloom surging in his eyes, leaving only a layer of distant indifference. As she drew near, his thin lips parted, and his voice came out low, cold, and hoarse, betraying no emotion: "Long time no see, bride."