The night before Wen Yuci and Fu Ziyuan's wedding.
Fu Ziyuan had a designer bring her a white wedding dress.
When Wen Yuci put on the wedding dress, the designer looked at her with amazement, "Miss Wen, you truly look like a fairy descended to Earth!"
Wen Yuci looked at the stunningly beautiful woman in the mirror. She was indeed beautiful, but there was no light in her eyes.
She didn't look like a happy woman about to step into marital bliss; instead, her brows and eyes were tinged with a faint sorrow.
"Miss Wen, Young Master Fu really cares about you. In fact, this wedding dress was personally designed by him."
A bitter curve tugged at the corners of Wen Yuci's lips.
In her youthful days, she had fantasized about her own wedding.
But at that time, the groom in her fantasy was Fu Yunshen, not Fu Ziyuan.
After the designer left, Mother Wen came in.
