The laughter from the outer courtyard had not yet faded, but the backyard had quieted down. The idle maids and guards had all returned to their rooms, leaving the night to the bride of a few days.
Sitting in the bridal chamber in the back courtyard, Wu Xin'Er was composed and proper, a red veil covering her head, and she hadn't moved for quite some time.
Her hands were twisted at her waist, straining to listen, trying to discern the noises around her, a mix of ambiguous apprehension and nervousness in her heart.
In truth, there wasn't much affection between her and Chen Mo. Instead, Chen Mo's repeated rejections made her somewhat resentful; she was a pure and innocent young girl of the Wu Family's lineage, yet he treated her with such disdain.
