Soon after, Shen Hua was led out by him, reluctant to leave the house. As the carriage wheels rolled, her expression beneath the veil was downcast.
What others would consider an auspicious moment, she, a bride, still had to step out. Who would believe if it were told?
Her makeup had long been washed away, revealing her pale face, red lips, and white teeth. Radiant yet tender, both qualities didn't conflict.
The blue under her eyes was strikingly evident.
His fingertips grazed over it.
"Rong is asleep, how come you're not?"
Shen Hua: "Aunt You... Aunt You came, I had a talk with her."
"She's six months pregnant."
