After staying at home for two days, Xiao Moli's wedding was imminent.
An Ziqi stood in front of the window, observing the night outside. In the five days since the news had been made public, each day was agony for her.
The telephone on the table was ringing persistently. An Ziqi turned around and picked it up.
"Beauty, you're finally willing to answer the phone."
...
The next day, Xiao Moli and Yu Na's wedding was held on time in the banquet hall of the royal garden.
Yu Na, clad in a holy wedding dress, sat in the makeup room, haughtily directing a swarm of makeup artists surrounding her.
"This hair accessory is too ugly, change it."
"The diamond on the necklace is too small, change it."
"The lipstick color is too light, it doesn't complement my skin tone at all."
...
Those makeup artists were nearly exasperated by her demands, no matter how many times they changed things or how they applied the makeup, nothing satisfied her.
