“Okay.” Han Muzi nodded her head. She let go of the scrunched up wedding dress in her hand. “I will wait for him here. Or should we go straight to the hall?”
Han Qing brought his hand up to look at the time on his watch. Then, he said in a low voice, “It’s not time yet. If he still doesn’t show up later, then I’ll take you to the hall. But…” He hesitated, unsure of whether to finish his sentence.
“But what?” Han Muzi caught the hesitation in his voice and looked up at him.
Han Qing did not have any particular expression on his face but his deep eyes showed that he was not in a good mood. After Han Muzi probed him, his gaze became conflicted before he asked in a low voice, “Are you sure you still want to go to the hall if he doesn’t arrive on time?”
“There are a lot of people gathered there. If he doesn’t show up at the hall either, then…” Han Qing wanted to say, How will you show your face? After all, you’re a woman.