Before long, Su Huai saw Chen Nuanhan in the café at Aman.
"Weren't you not coming?"
Su Huai didn't hold back, directly prodding her where it hurt the most.
Chen Nuanhan didn't get riled up. Emotionally, she showed no fluctuation—in fact, she even smiled a little.
"Why wouldn't I come? The bride is my best friend, the groom is the man I love the most. Even if I had to staple my eyelids open, I'd come and see it with my own eyes... I just didn't want to be Yueyue's bridesmaid. That would be too much to handle."
"Oh, really?"
Su Huai looked at Chen Nuanhan with surprise: "You've really changed, huh? Thick-skinned, cold-hearted, emotionally stable. Where did all that wild arrogance go from back in the day?"
"Got worn down by you, duh." Chen Nuanhan said openly, with poise, "In front of you and Yueyue, I didn't have the privilege of being reckless. I stiffened up, stiffened up, and eventually got used to it.
