The atmosphere in the church immediately became tense.
Everyone looked towards the last row, including Gu Meng and Fu Cheng.
A layer of redness and moisture appeared in Ye Qing's usually calm and dark eyes. His tall body, which had stood up from his seat, could not help but tremble.
He walked slowly from the chair to the corridor, but he did not go forward.
He looked at the couple, his low and hoarse voice coming from the depths of his throat. "You can continue after I'm out."
With that said, he did not look at them anymore. He turned around and walked out with difficulty.
His usually straight back seemed to have been crushed by something heavy.
It was not too far away, but it felt like she had used up all of her energy.
He opened the church door. The moment the sunlight pierced his eyes, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
The most important part of his chest seemed to have been cut off by a sharp knife.
