Chapter 111 Paper Wedding Dress (111)

"Hmm."

Wu Juan approached and asked, "Does my sister hate me?"

Yu Mu: "Not really."

She took a sip of the fruit tea, and the citrus fragrance quickly filled her throat, and she felt refreshed instantly.

Wu Juan thought, "I don't hate it..."

Not hating it means liking it.

Like means liking the citrus fragrance on him.

Liking the citrus fragrance means liking him with the citrus fragrance on him.

Wu Juan secretly curled the corners of his lips, and the tip of his ear turned red.

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Soon, the time of an incense stick passed.

"It's time, lift the sedan!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted loudly.

The crowd that was originally surrounded by the sedan dispersed, and several strong men in red clothes came to the side of the sedan, bent down and lifted the heavy sedan.

The team quickly lined up in an orderly manner, as if they had practiced it early in the morning.

The leader said a few words to Master Wu, who looked depressed. He only said a few short words and then turned around and staggered away. He didn't even have the courage to look at the sedan for a second.

"Ms. Wu, sit down. Li Mu, lift the sedan!" The leader shouted loudly, and the long team began to walk slowly.

Seeing this, Li Jingjing hurriedly said to Yu Mu, "What should I do with Yu Mu? They have already started."

Yu Mu frowned, but before he could speak, Butler Zhong suddenly came.

Butler Zhong jumped in front of the three of them, and he saluted in an orderly manner, and then said, "Please follow me, my two guests, and send the young lady off for the last time."

Li Jingjing was surprised: "Do we have to go with us?"

"Of course." Butler Zhong replied.

"Yu Mu?" Li Jingjing looked at Yu Mu.

Yu Mu had no expression on his face, "Then let's go."

Butler Zhong nodded slightly when he heard this, and turned around and followed the team that sent the bride away.

Looking at the back of housekeeper Zhong leaving, Li Jingjing asked Yumu uncertainly, "Yumu, are we really going?"

"Why not?" Yumu glanced at Li Jingjing coldly, "Don't you want to go back? Let's go."

After Yumu finished speaking, he followed the pace of the wedding procession. Seeing this, Li Jingjing was ready to follow quickly. After taking a few steps, she suddenly remembered Wu Juan who was at the same place.

Li Jingjing turned her head and looked at the slender and beautiful young master behind her.

The candlelight in the hall was swaying, and the haggard and gloomy back of Master Wu could be vaguely seen sitting on the chair in the hall with a hunched back.

The young master stood in front of the door, with the dim candlelight behind him. He just stood there. It seemed that his appearance was not clear in the dark night. One could only feel the young master's gaze that was always looking into the distance.

The breeze blew, blowing up the hem of the depressed young man's clothes, and the moon was sparse.

She hesitated a little, and looked back at Yu Mu's back. Sighing inwardly, Li Jingjing said to Wu Juan solemnly: "Master Wu, goodbye!"

Li Jingjing turned around and followed Yu Mu's steps.

The Wu Mansion seemed to have returned to the previous dead silence. Master Wu seemed to have lost his soul, sitting lifelessly on the chair, looking up at the roof.

The servants and maids who came and went were also disappearing bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seemed that the wind was blowing.

Wu Juan's fingertips tightly grasped the already cold teacup, and he lowered his long eyelashes slightly as he watched the candlelight gradually disappear.