Liu Jia arrived at the Chinese restaurant across the street, chose a spot on the third floor to sit down, and casually ordered a few dishes. From here, she could see everything happening across the street.

Just as Liu Jia settled in, she saw a message from Bai Yan: “Jia Jia, have you returned to China? Don’t worry, we’ve made all the arrangements. Please don’t do anything dangerous on your own, wait for us to come over.”

Liu Jia finally relaxed, chuckling to herself about being overly anxious.

But since she was already here, she might as well watch from this spot to avoid causing any discomfort by showing up at the wedding.

The dishes Liu Jia ordered were quickly served. She was indeed hungry after waiting all morning. As she picked up her chopsticks to eat, she realized…

She had subconsciously ordered He Ju’s favorite dishes.

Whenever He Ju and Su Ran went out to eat, Su Ran would order her favorites, and He Ju would almost always indulge her, regardless of his own preferences.

Back then, Su Ran was a good friend of hers, so Liu Jia was often brought along when they dined out. Liu Jia would subtly take note of He Ju’s favorites, and eventually, she, who didn’t like ordering, would also pick a few dishes that He Ju enjoyed.

He Ju and Su Ran thought these were Liu Jia’s favorites, but in reality, she wasn’t picky about food at all. It was because He Ju liked them that she did too.

Su Ran never paid, and He Ju wouldn’t let them pay either, but Liu Jia knew He Ju’s struggles and often insisted on paying. Many times, before He Ju could pay, she had already secretly settled the bill.

So, it became a habit for Liu Jia to order He Ju’s favorites when dining out without him…

When alone, she hardly ever ate out.

Liu Jia couldn’t help but wonder: Would Si Hua treat He Ju well?

Would today’s wedding banquet feature all of He Ju’s favorite dishes?

Would He Ju no longer foolishly care only about others and not himself?

Would Si Hua be different from Su Ran, would she also cherish He Ju’s years of hardship?

Liu Jia stared blankly at the dishes on the table, remembering the times He Ju worked part-time jobs. She would often go to see him, creating countless “coincidental” encounters. When He Ju sold tea with milk, she’d buy it; when he handed out flyers, she’d send people to get them from him, hoping he could finish early and rest.

But that was it; she only dared to have simple conversations with He Ju, never crossing the line.

If she had been braver back then, could there have been a different outcome between them?

After these thoughts, Liu Jia laughed with tears in her eyes, but… she was a coward.

Soon, the sound of firecrackers erupted from downstairs, and fireworks scattered like red roses, with a few petals drifting onto Liu Jia’s table. He Ju, in his Chinese groom’s attire, stepped out of the car, holding his bride covered with a red veil.

The gentle snowfall made the couple look even more perfect together.

Liu Jia sighed, “Getting married amidst the snow is truly beautiful.”

Perhaps her prayers had some effect; the snow had lessened today, and the ground wasn’t as slippery.

The cheers from below were deafening, and He Ju’s smile was dazzling as he held his beloved and confidently entered the hall under everyone’s blessings, looking like a triumphant young general returning from battle, as described in novels.

Liu Jia took out her phone and snapped photo after photo of He Ju.

He looked so handsome as a groom.

How wonderful.

Liu Jia smiled, enjoying the view from her spot, but she wouldn’t be able to see clearly if she went into the hall. She wanted to hear the officiant ask that question: “Do you take this person to be your lawfully wedded spouse?”

She wanted to hear He Ju say those words herself.

So, Liu Jia packed up, ready to head downstairs.

There was no elevator, so she had to take the stairs. As she descended, a person carrying a guitar, wearing a black hat and mask, rushed past her. They brushed shoulders, and Liu Jia continued down without giving it much thought.

Upon reaching the hall, Liu Jia realized how lavish the Chinese-style wedding was. He Ju must have emptied his savings just to give Si Hua a grand wedding.

Liu Jia sat at the back, not pushing forward, quietly watching He Ju lead Si Hua down the red carpet.

He Ju’s eyes were filled with Si Hua, unable to be distracted. People say a woman is most beautiful on her wedding day, and Si Hua was indeed breathtaking in her bridal gown, with a radiant complexion, her eyes filled with love for He Ju.

Numerous media and journalists captured the moment of their gaze, a sight so pleasing, so perfectly matched.

The officiant was reading the proceedings, and everyone’s attention was on the couple, but Liu Jia felt something sting her eyes.

She frowned and looked carefully but saw nothing out of the ordinary, except for… a tearful Su Ran in the crowd.

Liu Jia suddenly became anxious. What was that flash of white light just now?

Turning around, she could see where she had been sitting, and noticed the window had been closed, which struck her as odd. Why close the windows on a sunny day?

Wait…

The sun?

Liu Jia glanced at the entrance, where there was a standee of He Ju and Si Hua. To make it visible to everyone, it was framed with a double-sided mirror. Could that flash of white light have been a reflection that hit her eyes?

Liu Jia’s face turned pale as she remembered her previous vantage point. Although she couldn’t see the innermost part of the hall from there, once He Ju and Si Hua finished the ceremony and came out to greet the guests, the consequences would be…

Was that person really carrying a guitar on their back?

Liu Jia’s hands clenched tightly. She dared not turn around, fearing her suspicions might be noticed. She swallowed hard and tried to call Bai Yan, but the noise was too loud, and he didn’t answer.

Liu Jia glanced at the stage and saw that it was time for the parents’ speeches, soon to be followed by the ring exchange and then… the greeting of guests.

Liu Jia didn’t know if there were any villains among the guests, and whether rushing over to stop them might provoke a desperate reaction.

She couldn’t take that risk, so with trembling hands, she created a group chat with Bai Yan, Fatty, and Motor, quickly sharing her suspicions.

Surely one of them would check their phones?

Liu Jia wanted to rush over to see if it was as she feared, but she was just a weak woman, too powerless on her own. She needed help; she didn’t want anything to go wrong, nor did she want He Ju to feel guilty about her.

Every second of waiting was agony for Liu Jia, but seeing the joy on He Ju’s face, she couldn’t bear to shatter the moment’s beauty.

Her caution proved right. Three minutes later, Fatty replied: “Jia Jia, stay put. I’m sending someone to check.”

Fatty quickly informed Bai Yan and Bai Yao without revealing Liu Jia’s identity. After all, Liu Jia had created the group chat without adding He Ju, which was proof enough of her good intentions.

Liu Jia, perhaps more than anyone, wished for the wedding to conclude successfully.