On the night of the 29th, Fang Tong returned to Beijing. Instead of going home, she found a hotel, laid on the hotel bed utterly exhausted, yet she couldn't feel any sleepiness.
In her hand was a bright red wedding invitation, as she looked at the happily smiling couple pictured, a scoff flashed in Fang Tong's eyes. She picked up her phone and dialed Li Bomming.
Li Bomming, who had been planning to sleep, heard the ringing and saw it was Fang Tong, so he answered, "Tongtong?"
"Bomming, am I disturbing your rest?" Fang Tong said apologetically.
Li Bomming chuckled lightly, "Not at all, I was just watching a movie at home. Tongtong, is something the matter?"
Li Bomming's voice was very gentle. Listening to his calm tone, Fang Tong felt gradually at ease, "Bomming, are you free tomorrow?"
Li Bomming paused slightly, "What's up?"
"I'd like to ask you to accompany me to a wedding."
"Tongtong, you're back in the country?" Li Bomming glanced at his phone and asked.
