Zhan Jingting was stunned.

She wore a white swan-style dance dress, and her long hair, which usually covered her left cheek, was tied up in a high bun. The scar on her left cheek had disappeared, revealing a clean and beautiful small face.

As the soft strains of a piano began to play, the girl began to dance gracefully, her movements exquisite, like an elf who had unexpectedly fallen to earth.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, it seemed as if only the two of them remained, content in this serene place.

The dance ended with a difficult spin, frozen in place. Zhan Jingting, barely regaining his senses, maneuvered his wheelchair to her side, "Wanwan..."

Qiao Wanwan was a little embarrassed, twisting her skirt with both hands, "I haven't danced in a long time, I'm rusty, please don't laugh at me."

"She danced beautifully; I've never seen such a beautiful swan."

Qiao Wanwan touched her left cheek. "Actually, my face has been healed for a long time. The reason I'm only telling you today is to give you a surprise."

"Thank you, Wanwan. I only have one thought right now."

"What?"

Zhan Jingting took her hand, his gaze tender and gentle, "I'll lock you up here so you belong only to me."

Qiao Wanwan's face turned even redder. She didn't dare to look him in the eye and whispered, "I belonged to you all along."

Zhan Jingting's heart pounded uncontrollably. He kissed the back of her hand and said, "Go change your clothes so you don't catch a cold."

"Um."

......

Gu Xulin and Qiao Yuqi's wedding was scheduled for a weekend.

In the afternoon, Qiao Wanwan dressed up and looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction before going to the hotel with Zhan Jingting.

If she doesn't give Qiao Yuqi a big gift today, she'll be letting herself down!