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Su Qing's long hair was slightly curled, her shoulders were shawl, and her white skirt looked as pure as someone who walked out of a television.

She tried to smile, but her slightly red eyes betrayed her.

"Why are you here?"

"To your wedding!" Su Qing forced a smile.

"Actually, you don't need to do this …"

"I already said that if I go to your wedding one day