Fate had never come here before, yet she instinctively knew every nook and cranny of the bridal chamber and understood the function of every single detail.
Beautiful tears kept streaming down her cheeks, falling to the ground, landing in every corner and on every feature in the wedding room.
Especially when she walked to the side of the marriage bed, her tears burst forth uncontrollably, the amount growing more than fivefold.
But the joy on her face remained, a bright smile blooming across her lips.
This was an innate, heartfelt smile—even she failed to notice it, beyond the control of reason.
She looked at the two pillows on the headboard, with a delicate little box placed between them.
The name "Gu Qingcheng" was written on top.
The Fate Divine Spirit grasped it in her hand, opened the box, and revealed a piece of fabric inside.
This heart-shaped cloth looked like it had been carefully cut, and a blooming red plum blossom adorned its surface.
