Donggong Ruoshu glanced around, finally catching the clue. Previously, she had never noticed it, but now, the more she looked, the clearer, the brighter it became.
The candlelight flickered on the verge of extinguishing, stagnant in the air like clouds of turbid amber, the roomful of red faded into dull gray-black, like old New Year paintings soaked in water.
The smiles on Min Ning and Qin Qingluo's faces were frozen, with perfectly curved lips, yet devoid of any vitality.
Chen Yi stood there, his eyeballs fixed in one place, even the wrinkles in his clothes had stiffened.
The silence here was so profound that one could hear their own... heartbeat if a ghost had one; that's surely what it would sound like.
But she didn't have one, so there was only dead silence.
So the answer was clear, this was undeniably a...
Ghost marriage?!
The stupid girl was shocked to the core, her mind racing through countless memories.
