Chu Junmo stood behind the crowd and quietly stared at Gu Qiqi on the stage.
It was as if he had come from a long time ago. His entire body was desolate and desolate. However, when he looked at Gu Qiqi, his entire person seemed to come alive. It was faint and gentle, he said softly, “Qiqi, the way you look in your wedding dress is much more beautiful than I could imagine. A lot more...”
The guests around them were all startled by the sudden appearance of this man and turned their heads to look.
This man appeared so Low-key, yet he had an indelible sense of presence.
People were speculating, which country’s noble young master was this, with such an extraordinary temperament?
Chu junmo sensed the attention of the crowd and slightly lowered the brim of his hat, restraining the aura around him.
He calmly walked to an empty seat in the last row of the auditorium and sat down. He quietly and quietly watched the entire wedding ceremony.
