"…M-My… wedding?"
Velnorah turned toward Zhou Hanyue in disbelief "What are you talking about?!"
But Zhou Hanyue only giggled softly, covering her mouth with her hand. "What else? Today is your marriage with Tian."
Velnorah's body stiffened and her rate quickened.
Her wedding.
Her wedding?
The cheers of the small crowd grew louder, echoing across the open field, but all Velnorah could hear was the pounding in her ears.
She looked again at Zhao Tian, standing tall in his white robes.
"…This… bastard…" she muttered under her breath, and her face flushed as she realized the truth.
Zhou Hanyue only nudged her gently forward, "Well, don't just stand here glaring. Go on, your groom's waiting."
Velnorah's legs moved as she advanced toward the platform.
She wanted to yell at him and demand an explanation, but all she could do was stare at Zhao Tian standing with a faint smile.
"Bastard…" she muttered again, though her voice cracked this time.
