The night before Qi Yan and Lin Qingcheng's wedding.,"Then... it was strange. He didn't continue talking. He wasn't in a good mood that night and just kept working in his study." Bai Xiaorui sighed, "I heard people say before that once someone passes the stage where they really want to get married, they won't want to get married again. Do you think Gong Yi is like that",“Hmm.” Luo Xin leaned against Huo Yanchen’s shoulder, holding a warm cup in her arms. “This trip was delayed for a long time. I specially chose a season when the Northern Lights erupted in Iceland to come here, wanting to watch them with you. Who knew the weather wouldn't cooperate.”。