Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan clasped hands, and a sporadic applause arose around them, growing denser as time passed.
The wedding vows of Huo Sanye weren't shockingly thrilling, but rather tender and moving declarations. He didn't mention love explicitly in each sentence, yet every phrase conveyed love between them.
His voice was low and elegant, as gently pleasant as ever.
Qin Ruan gazed at the man before her, the sorrow hidden in her eyes so intense it couldn't dissolve, and tears slid unknowingly down her cheeks.
After many twists and turns, a thousand years later, they finally reached the point of tying the marital knot.
Qin Ruan, wrapped in her tormenting guilt, suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Her heart ached as if sliced by knives, and intense, piercing pain made her body tremble.
Last night, after a pre-wedding panic filled with anticipation and tension, she finally received an invitation from Lord Zhou into a dream that was both real and unfamiliar.
