CHAPTER 517: CHAPTER 212: THE BREAKUP AT EVE HOTEL

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"It turns out they are preparing for a happy event, no wonder everything is decorated so festively," Su Ziceng realized there were no rooms available and simply had to give up, perhaps walking around the area, she could still find a suitable hotel, probably not as comfortable as the Eve Hotel, but it should not be too bad either.

Su Ziceng walked to the revolving door, where the doorman had already opened it for her, her reflection visible on the thick glass door.

Just as she was about to step out, a wall behind her caught Su Ziceng’s attention. She stopped, drawn towards the wall covered in photographs. They were photos of young men and women who had attended the Eve Ball.

Among them was her photo too, just a solo portrait. Four years had passed, and Su Ziceng, dressed in "Angel’s Broken Wings," seemed somewhat unfamiliar to herself. Back then, she was far less sophisticated, her face showing the raw freshness of her first foray into social events.

Su Ziceng looked at her photo with a smile, she tried to find Pello in those photos, he should be much more photogenic than her, but after a search, she couldn’t see Pello’s photo. Strangely, even Wen Maixue’s photo was missing.

Just as she was about to give up searching, she spotted a couple’s photo pasted at the very top, the man was Pello and the woman was Wen Maixue, both were dancing gracefully, their poses and expressions resembled that of lovers, which stabbed Su Ziceng’s eyes.

"Really," Su Ziceng complained, the hotel really was unfair, placing only Wen Maixue and Pello’s photos at the highest spot.

Su Ziceng’s dissatisfaction didn’t last long, as while she was viewing the photos, the hotel staff had already brought a ladder, apparently to take down the pictures.

It had been four years, perhaps a new session of the Eve socialite Ball was about to begin, so the last batch of ball photos had to be taken down.

Su Ziceng slightly shifted her position, perhaps she could ask the staff for some photos to take back. Su Ziceng, at twenty-two, looking back at her past self, might just consider it as a form of remembrance.

But after the staff took down the photos, they did not replace them with new photos of participants of the Eve Ball.

Because of this grand Eastern engagement ceremony, the Eve Ball that was supposed to be held next month had to be pushed to December. And now, the staff put up the photos of the male and female protagonists of this engagement ceremony.

Lady Eve, upon learning that her ball had facilitated the pairing of a new couple, readily agreed to Wen Maixue’s request to hold the engagement ceremony at the Eve Hotel.

The photo that Su Ziceng felt was an eyesore was taken down. A new engagement photo to be used the day after tomorrow, two meters tall and over a meter wide, was pasted up, covering the whole wall with Pello and Wen Maixue as the background.

Su Ziceng stood there in place, not noticing the staff passing by her while carrying the ladder. The rose in her hand fell to the ground, stepped on, and she didn’t notice it either.

The bright lights in the Eve Hotel, the gentle fragrance of roses, a sea of lights and flowers, all consumed her consciousness.

In the photo, Pello, in a white suit, was like that time at the ball, "he" bowed his head, kissing Wen Maixue in white gown. Behind them, was Olson Manor, no, perhaps it’s now called Pello Manor.

Nothing had changed, only Su Ziceng’s life had changed. Wen Maixue married a foreign Earl. Pello flew back to Europe, perhaps to inherit a title, or perhaps to prepare for this engagement ceremony that everyone knew about, except she, Su Ziceng, didn’t know.

Standing in front of the smoothly posted photo, Su Ziceng breathed with difficulty, the air in her lungs seemed to be squeezed out by the photo, her fingers lingered on it, she could tear it apart. She could destroy all this well-arranged decoration, but the decorations can be destroyed, what about people, or rather, about her heart?

"It can’t be," Su Ziceng shook her head, she pulled over a nearby staff member, "Tell me, this photo isn’t real, how could they be getting engaged?"

The staff member, who was randomly stopped and still holding balloons for decorating the engagement ceremony, glanced at the photo, then at this young woman who seemingly popped out of nowhere.

"Ma’am, are you here to attend the engagement ceremony?" the staff member asked, looking at Su Ziceng’s Eastern face, the bride at this wedding was an Easterner, perhaps a guest from the female side.