The sound fell into his ears, and with a thought, images slowly surged into his mind,
Beneath the bright red wedding veil, that vague yet gentle and happy smile...
That smile he was once sure belonged to Donggong Ruoshu, but upon closer inspection, the curve of those brows and eyes, the tenacity within the shyness... it was clearly...
Min Ning?
Qin Qingluo?
No... no... wrong... the images were chaotically interwoven, and the face under the veil seemed to constantly change, yet always shrouded in a layer of gauze, unable to be seen clearly.
But one thing was certain, it definitely did not belong to the stupid girl beneath him.
Someone was...
Chen Yi's heart chilled, and he suddenly looked around at the pitch-black bridal chamber.
The scene before him was like a water-soaked wall painting, the bright red and warm candlelight quickly blurred and dissipated, revealing the cold, deathly stillness beneath.
