Lin Qingcheng wore a beautiful, simple and elegant wedding dress, and exchanged rings with Qi Yan, making their vows.,Luo Xin sat quietly on the patio, gazing up at the sky. Her eyes were filled with regret and loss.,“Hmm.” Luo Xin leaned against Huo Yanchen’s shoulder, holding a warm cup in her arms. “This trip was delayed for a long time. I specially chose a season when the Northern Lights erupted in Iceland to come here, wanting to watch them with you. Who knew the weather wouldn't cooperate.”。