Qiao Xi looked at Shen Hanxing's face and thought, "She's so pretty. Her cheeks are still flushed, like a peach blossom in March. There's an indescribable charm in her beauty. She's elegant, happy, noble, and calm. It's a self-confidence that I'll never be able to get."
Qiao Xi's face was slightly pale. She bit her lip and raised the invitation in her hand, whispering, "This is an invitation that someone just sent over..."
"An invitation?" It was a bright red and gilded invitation with the words "bliss for a hundred years" printed on it. Shen Hanxing had some guesses in her heart, so she took it and could not help but laugh. "Who gave them the courage to send me an invitation?" As expected, the invitation card was for her to attend Lu Shaoyang and Su Ling's wedding.
