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Liang Chao and Sun Meng's wedding was approaching, and at least two families were busy preparing for it. Anqing naturally took on the role of the bride's family, worrying about everything inside and out. The banquet arrangements were meticulously planned, a testament to someone who had weathered the storms of life.
After the recent incident, Ziya was never far from Zhiqing's side. Ziya had to accompany Sun Meng and Liang Chao for their wedding photos, so Zhiqing would inevitably follow along.
The wedding photoshoot took place in an outdoor location, specifically a model home garden. It featured soft lawns, vibrant flowers, and flowing streams, all exuding vitality and breathtaking beauty.
Orange-yellow, light purple, and deep orange flowers bloomed in abundance, while children frolicked on the lawn, running and playing. A wooden path extended to the edge of a clear stream. The stones in the stream were covered in shallow green moss from the flowing water. Small fish darted beneath the moss, and the surface of the water reflected the trees and houses along the bank.
On the lawn stood several artificially planted Magnolias, attracting buzzing bees. The Magnolia had a short blooming period, and its petals danced down from the branches with the wind.
Ziya bent down to pick up fallen Magnolia petals, lamenting their fleeting beauty as they fell. Noticing Ziya's sorrowful expression, Zhiqing hurried over with a plastic bag to collect the petals she had gathered and wrapped her arms around Ziya's waist as they walked toward where Sun Meng was posing for photos.
At that moment, Sun Meng wore a satisfied and happy smile, seemingly unaware of how she had once hurt her friend Ziya. With every action she took, Sun Meng sought Ziya's opinion.
“Ziya, does this hem of the dress look good?” Sun Meng asked as she lifted her wedding dress hem and looked at Ziya.
“It looks beautiful; today you are the most stunning bride. No matter how you pose, you will look great,” Ziya replied with a smile. Though her words were humorous, she genuinely thought Sun Meng looked lovely that day.
The photographer captured several shots of Sun Meng and quietly turned the camera towards Zhiqing when Ziya wasn't looking, taking some candid photos of her as well.
As sweet and warm photos formed, Ziya noticed a hint of hidden melancholy behind Sun Meng's radiant smile. Meanwhile, Zhiqing and Liang Chao had settled down at a tea pavilion while the other photographers took a break, leaving Ziya and Sun Meng alone on the lawn.
“Ziya,” Sun Meng called out, having applied only a light touch of makeup today. Her eyelashes were slightly enhanced, and rose-colored lipstick accentuated her alluring beauty as she blinked her long lashes at Ziya.
"Mm." Ziya nodded, brushing off the grass clippings from Sun Meng's hair, gazing at her delicate features, eager to hear what she would say next.
"What happened to YaYa?" Sun Meng suddenly asked. Ziya was taken aback, unsure of how much Sun Meng knew about YaYa's situation. She weighed her words carefully; mentioning YaYa might mean she was probing into what had happened, perhaps questioning why Liang Chao hadn't agreed to write an invitation for YaYa. If that were the case, it wouldn't be a big deal. But if Sun Meng knew that YaYa was dead, and that she had died in Liang Chao's car, would she jump to conclusions?
"YaYa... cough, I'm not quite sure. Didn't Liang Chao tell you?" Ziya replied, trying to sound calm. As she spoke, she glanced around for Liang Chao and Zhi Qing's whereabouts. If Sun Meng suddenly lost her temper, it could get complicated.
"I know YaYa is dead."
Ziya was startled by Sun Meng's words. She knew that YaYa was dead? How did Sun Meng find out? "How do you know?"
"I found this in Liang Chao's trunk." Sun Meng pulled something from her bag and laid it in her palm for Ziya to see.
It was a rhinestone hairpin, which had become one of the most popular accessories on the market today. A good one could cost several hundred dollars, while the average ones were priced at dozens. Ziya recognized this hairpin; she had seen it on YaYa when she visited Liang Chao's clinic with Sun Meng. YaYa had long hair and used the pin to keep her hair up, preventing it from tangling around her neck—both stylish and comfortable.
"That doesn't really prove anything, does it?"
"Ziya, I know you care about me. Having you in my life is enough for me," Sun Meng sighed, embracing Ziya emotionally and forcing back her tears.
"Look at you, don’t do that; you'll ruin your makeup. How can we film like this?" Ziya lifted Sun Meng's chin gently to examine her face.
"I'm fine; you don't need to worry about me. I just want to know how YaYa died. Does it have anything to do with Liang Chao?"
"No, absolutely not. YaYa climbed into Liang Chao's car herself and fell asleep because she was tired. You know how Liang Chao has that bad habit of forgetting to close the trunk, right? The last time he closed it without realizing someone was inside; it's as simple as that."
"Really?" Sun Meng had never doubted Ziya's words, but at this moment, she seemed a bit skeptical.
"Yes, it's simple. Don't complicate things; that makes it harder to explain. I know Liang Chao has many flaws. To love someone is to accept their shortcomings and appreciate them," Ziya said, continuously observing the changes in Sun Meng's expression. Noticing that she appeared calm and composed, Ziya couldn't help but let out a gentle sigh of relief.
"I hope I haven't fallen for the wrong person," Sun Meng murmured softly.
Not far away, Liang Chao and Zhi Qing were walking towards them, one in front of the other. The photographer and the rest of the crew also began to gather as the next shoot was a joint photo of Sun Meng and Liang Chao.
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