Don't Talk About Love When You're Lonely

It was utterly unexpected.

Xiaoxiao Ni felt she must not have accumulated enough good karma in her past life to run into Lin Shuo again in such a chaotic moment.

Across the Mediterranean-style floral arrangements, he stood right beside the groom, Ziyu Zeng. The groomsman’s suit fit him perfectly, so much so that he outshone the striking groom, making him seem almost a mere backdrop. At a glance, Lin Shuo still looked as refined and upright as she remembered.

Now, Lin Shuo was standing on the other side of the flowerbeds, his gaze fixed on her, and all she felt was overwhelming embarrassment.

She held up the hem of her long dress, exposing high heels caked with dirt beyond recognition. Strands of hair, blown loose from her hairpin, fell across her shoulders, and the makeup she had applied in the morning had long since smudged from rushing about.

The wedding was held on the lawn of Seaside Park, and due to unexpected events and certain peculiar circumstances, she, a bridesmaid, had been relegated to stagehand and overseer.

Compared to Lin Shuo, her disheveled state was simply a disaster.

Her mind was consumed by two thoughts: one, to turn invisible; two, to demand of the bride why the groomsman wasn’t the one they’d confirmed beforehand. The first was obviously impossible—she was already exposed.

Lin Shuo was regarding her as though studying and pondering. She couldn’t help but admit, if she had a mirror, she might not even recognize herself, perhaps only by the scar on her left ring finger, shaped like a ring, could she be s