No one had expected An Yue's bouquet to land in An Qi's hands. Meanwhile, Zhao Youlin's bouquet landed in the hands of her bridesmaid, Li.
"An Qi!" An Yue cried out gleefully. She lifted the hem of her gown and rushed to An Qi.
An Qi was not able to react in time. She had stood in place with no intention of grabbing the bouquet. However, when Duan Yarong and the rest of her group noticed her standing at the side, they pushed her out on the premise that there were not enough people grabbing the bouquet, and things would be boring if that were the case.
An Qi was pushed forward a few steps, and before she could regain her balance, she looked up, and the bouquet fell into her arms. Even if she tried, she would not be able to avoid it.
