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Xiao Fang listened, her brow furrowing tighter and tighter.
How could someone like Ji Yan be involved with Mo Li?
Would Mo Li be in danger?
Xiao Ran stood silently in the center of the hall, his head lowered, looking desolate.
Xiao Fang walked over and patted his shoulder.
She urged, "It's almost nine o'clock, Mo Li definitely won't come. Let's go back."
Xiao Ran stood still, as if he hadn't heard Xiao Fang's words.
"Xiao Ran," Xiao Fang urged again, "The wedding can always be rescheduled, right?"
Suddenly, Xiao Ran lifted his head and looked ahead.
In front of him, the Altar was adorned with a large Double Happiness symbol.
The banner read: "Xiao-Mo Union, a hundred years of harmony."
Xiao Ran stared intensely at those few words, at the hanging colorful ribbons, the vibrant flowers, and the balloons.
Suddenly, he felt that life was like a farce.
An utterly ridiculous farce.
He mechanically took out his mobile phone and dialed that number he had called countless times, a number so familiar it could not be more so.
A stiff, monotonous female voice came from the mobile phone.
"The number you have dialed is turned off. The number you have dialed is turned off."
Xiao Ran turned off the mobile phone and rushed to the altar.
He frantically tore down the Double Happiness sign and the glaring banners, ripping them to shreds.
"Mo Li," Xiao Ran said with anguish, "it’s fine if you don’t want to marry me, but why do you have to mock me like this?"
He furiously tore the paper in his hands and scattered it into the air.
The bright red scraps of paper danced in the air, resembling a rain of blood falling from above.
Xiao Ran charged out from beneath the blood rain.
Xiao Fang hurriedly followed behind him, closely chasing after him.
Xiao Ran crazily rushed into a bar across the street.
Inside the bar, colorful lights flickered and changed, while the metallic music blared loudly.
On stage, a scantily clad dancer was wildly twisting her body.
Behind her, several people playing various instruments were also frantically moving their bodies.
In the dance floor below, a group of people was drunkenly and wildly swaying.
Xiao Ran sat at a table beside the dance floor, raised his hand to snap his fingers, and loudly said to the approaching waiter, "Bring me twenty drinks."
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