Christmas was a good day.
Sun Wen was driving a black BMW X3 on the road, with soothing music playing inside the car, gently humming along to the tune. On the passenger seat, there was a thick red envelope and an embossed wedding invitation.
He was on his way to a banquet.
There was no name of the invitee written on the invitation—it wouldn't have mattered if there was, as no one would check IDs.
The sky was dark, with light snow continuously falling. The streets had already acquired a thin white layer, and as the car passed by, it left several dark tracks stretching into the distance.
The wedding venue was a moderately nice hotel, not too luxurious but not shabby either, with a large inflatable arch at the entrance, bright red and festive.
Xu Yue.
Sun Wen stood at the entrance for a long while, staring at the bride's name above before straightening his clothes, taking the red envelope and invitation, and walking into the hotel.
