Hotel backstage.

Me, Li Yang, and Jiang Song were all present.

I never expected the wedding to turn out like this. For a moment, no one said a word.

I had a splitting headache, as if countless needles were piercing my brain, about to explode.

"Are you having another headache?" Li Yang noticed my discomfort and stood up to gently massage my temples.

Jiang Song also stood up immediately when he saw the situation and said, "Xinxin!"

I looked at him coldly.

His body stiffened, and he lowered his head and sat back down, saying, "I'm sorry."

Li Yang's face darkened, and he looked at Jiang Song with cold eyes.

I knew he was holding back and apologetically pulled his hand.

He loosened his clenched fist and sighed, "I need to handle something outside, you two talk."

Li Yang left.

I asked coldly, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Song stood up and squatted in front of me, his gaze pleading, "Xinxin, please don't marry him. I beg you."

I laughed, "On what grounds do you say such things?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

His eyes were red, and trembling, he took out a crumpled pink rose from his pocket.

"The roses by the roadside bloomed, and I picked the most beautiful one."

The pink rose symbolized the vow of love, representing an unwavering commitment to a lover.

In those hopeless days, I always liked to find a pink rose by the roadside and give it to him.

My promise was that I would never leave him.

Unfortunately, this one was not beautiful at all, it was wrinkled.

He carefully tried to smooth out the crumpled petals but failed, accidentally knocking off two petals instead.

"I'm sorry, I ran too fast and accidentally crushed..." he hurriedly explained.

I calmly interrupted him.

"It's no use, Jiang Song. Some things can't be undone."