Ten years later.

The wedding march sounded melodiously, and the ceremony scene was a sea of happiness.

"I, Zhong Yiru, marry you, Gao Yuying, be my wife. I welcome you into my life with the most sincere joy that unites us and makes us one. I want to be a husband who loves you and is faithful to you. Take care of you and help you. I promise to love you with the deepest love, care for you with the fullest heart, and take care of you with the gentlest attitude. I promise that your place in my life is the most important thing. I pledge that I will lead our lives into a life of faith, hope, and love. Whether it is safe and smooth or intimidating and dangerous, let us grow old together. On this holy day of marriage, in front of all people, I promise you that I will always be a husband who loves you and is faithful to you. ”

Loyal oaths, sea-like affection.

Xue Bing lowered her eyes slightly, listening to the male voice that haunted her but never belonged to her, and her heart was full of mixed feelings.

It's been ten years, a whole ten years. From the day she met him, she knew there would be such a day. But she never imagined that when this day really came, her heart would be so uncomfortable.

She knew about Gao Zhenzhen's storage from the beginning, so she never asked for anything. By chance, after ten years, they have become very good friends. In the past ten years, she has carefully hidden her emotions, which is very hard, but also very sweet. Because that's the only reason she's able to get close to him. Even if he never had her in his eyes. And her three views don't allow herself to do anything out of the ordinary, Zhenzhen is an innocent and kind girl, she is single-minded to her, she shouldn't destroy her happiness.

All she can do today is the same as the past ten years, only blessings!

At today's wedding, she was a bridesmaid. Perhaps, this is also a different kind of relief!

The bride and groom have taken their vows to each other, and the officiant announces the ceremony.

It's over. It's really time to end now.

Although she has never had any luxury, there is always a kind of luck in her heart that should not be had, but from now on, there should be no more, because he is already someone else's husband!

Ten years is long enough, from when she was still a young girl, to now she has entered maturity. In the past ten years, there has been no shortage of suitors around her, but she has never responded to anyone, not because they are not good enough, but because her heart can no longer tolerate others.

Maybe it was just admiration at first, but as the years went by, her love for him increased day by day, as if it had been deeply rooted in the bone marrow, as if it had been loved like air.

The wedding ceremony resounded with thunderous applause, pulling back her fugue thoughts. She applauded.

What are you still thinking about? If you think about it again, you will hurt others and yourself. So, don't think about it! From now on, she should learn to forget jì.

I took a glass of champagne from the waiter's hand, hoping that it was a glass of forgetful water, and that I would forget my troubles after drinking it.

"Drink less, you are a bridesmaid today, and you will have to block the wine for the bride later." A deep male voice fell to his ears.

Raising his eyes slightly, he is today's best man, Xi Zichen.

The beautiful eyes flickered slightly, with a little surprise and surprise.

Zhong Yiru and Xi Zichen are best friends, so she is also very familiar with him, but today's Xi Zichen actually makes her feel a little strange.

As the best man, he wore a formal suit today, a handmade suit customized in Italy, which set off his whole person more heroically. He rarely dresses so formally on weekdays, and she has the impression that he most often wears the kind of short jacket, which is very casual and reckless.

I have to admit that he is also a natural hanger, but his handsomeness is different from Zhong Yiru, Xi Zichen is a little less elegant, but a little more masculine, not too polite, but full of strength.

On the surface, he seems to be more cheerful and easier to get along with than Zhong Yiru, but after really getting in touch with him, I know that he is more difficult to approach than Zhong Yiru. Because he's more egoistic, more willful.

At a young age, he is already a nationally renowned surgeon, and his surgical skills can be said to be better than his parents. He has a very big name, and when he is unhappy, no matter how rich and powerful people are, they can't please him; But it is also very close to the people, often taking no penny, providing free medical treatment for grandparents in nursing homes, and also paying out of his own pocket to support the children in orphanages.

A man like Xi Zichen appears at any time and place, and he is a person who cannot be ignored, although he is only the best man today, but because of this, those girls whose dreams are shattered because of Zhong Yiru's marriage can still have the last glimmer of hope in their hearts.

It's just that, according to his understanding of Xi Zichen, those girls are destined to be in vain. Over the years, she hadn't seen him fall in love with any girl. At one time, he was even suspected that Zhong Yiru was his true love.

"Okay, I see, thanks." Xue Bing's eyes narrowed slightly, dodging Xi Zichen's blazing black pupils. His eyes were very bright, as if they had the power to penetrate people's hearts, and she was afraid that he would see through the secrets of her heart.

Xi Zichen's deep pupils constricted slightly, and a mysterious color flashed.

He took the champagne glass from her hand, and as if inadvertently, the fingers of the two touched slightly.

Xue Bing hurriedly withdrew his hand a little wolfly, but the cold temperature of his fingertips had nowhere to hide.

In contrast, Xi Zichen's fingers were so warm, just like his people, enthusiastic and bright.

As the hottest "god of surgery" at the moment, every finger of Xi Zichen can be described as worth a thousand gold. Some media once broke the news that an insurance company issued sky-high insurance for his ten fingers, and each section of each finger was as high as 100,000 US dollars!

When she heard that astronomical number, she was taken aback fiercely. But on second thought, it's not an exaggeration. His hands were born for a scalpel, and so many lives have been saved under his knife, which cannot be measured by money.

Really, if she hadn't been familiar with him, just looking at his appearance, she would never have imagined that the high-flying and domineering Xi Zichen would be a benevolent healer.

To compare, Zhong Yiru is more like a few points. Erudite and urbane.

Thinking of her sweetheart, a warm hue flashed in her quiet eyes.

But when Xi Zichen saw that warm tone, his dark eyes suddenly tightened!