The venue was playing an animation that depicted the love story of the bride and groom.

　　On the lush tree-lined path, a careless girl bumped into a man who was lost in thought.

　　The girl hurriedly apologized and picked up the phone that the man dropped, but he froze on the spot the moment she turned around.

　　Not long after, they fell in love.

　　He took her to Provence, where lavender bloomed abundantly, and they embraced and kissed in front of the clock tower in the town of Saint-Rémy.

　　The guests applauded and cheered for their love, but it deeply pained me.

　　This was exactly what Song Yuanlin wanted me to see, right? I had to admit, he always knew how to torment me the most.

　　In high school, my desk mate asked me where I wanted to get married in the future.

　　At that time, I was brainwashed by idol dramas, so I blurted out that I wanted to go to Provence.

　　Somehow, this statement reached Song Yuanlin's ears, and after school, he cornered me in the equipment room and discussed it with me in all seriousness.

　　"Hmm, Provence, huh? It's not impossible.

　　But I'm allergic to lavender pollen, so Little Lu, remember to buy me medicine in advance." I blushed like a shrimp being boiled, muttering softly, "I never said I wanted to marry you." "Then who do you want to marry?" The boy's face hardened as he tallied up all the boys in our class.

　　I didn't dare to admit it, so I casually mentioned the name of a celebrity.

　　Song Yuanlin clenched his teeth and was so enraged that he didn't speak to me for three days.

　　I secretly laughed when no one was around.

　　But since then, every dream I had about Provence featured Song Yuanlin wearing a white suit.

　　...

　　I turned in circles, trying to find the farthest place from him.

　　And then I floated over to Cheng Ming's side.

　　He was Song Yuanlin's groomsman and also my high school classmate.

　　During his time in college, he voluntarily turned down a 5 million annual salary offer and dropped out to start a business with Song Yuanlin.

　　Without him, Yuanlin Technologies would not have come this far.

　　During the wedding, Cheng Ming confronted another groomsman, Lao Ling, and whispered, "Damn it, Lao Ling, have you noticed how much the bride looks like Lu Yang from a certain angle." Lao Ling was also a key figure in Song Yuanlin's expansion of his business empire, but we had only met him twice, so I was surprised that he remembered me.

　　Pouting, he nodded and said, "You know what, she does resemble her a bit." Cheng Ming sighed and his gaze seemed to be reminiscing about the past.

　　"Lao Ling, you don't know how great they were in high school.

　　On Lu Yang's birthday one year, Yuanlin rode five kilometers on a bike just to buy her a limited edition cake to celebrate.

　　I really don't understand how they ended up like this." Yeah, I don't understand either.

　　How did Song Yuanlin and I end up like this?