At the rehearsal on the eve of the wedding, Xu Huan was adjusting the length of her veil when three familiar figures suddenly appeared in the vanity mirror.
Her fingers paused slightly, and a pearl hair clip slipped from her fingertips, making a crisp sound against the solid wood floor.
"Huanhuan." Her eldest brother, Xu Jiahe, bent down to pick up the hair clip, handing it over cautiously. "We... came to wish you well."
Chapter 185