Mrs. Fu, the elderly matriarch, sat in the front row of the guest seats. Since yesterday when her grandson called and invited her to attend the wedding today, a smile had not left her face.,She was walking towards him in a wedding dress he had designed himself, and she was smiling.,Suddenly, a coolness slid into her lips. Mu Xing's heart skipped a beat, reaching out to touch the man's damp cheek, wiping away his tears with her fingertips...。