One month later…
At dawn, a beam of golden sunlight rose from the horizon and once again bathed the world. Yeh Huang stood before the dressing mirror, looking handsome and deep. Men grow more attractive the more mature they are, like aged fine wine—the longer it's left to mellow, the more irresistible that inner, radiating charm becomes.
Today he was wearing a formal tux-style suit, very ceremonious. The shirt inside was dark red, embroidered with gold thread. He was going to attend a grand founding ceremony today to reward meritorious generals, so a bit of extravagance was inevitable.
Long Linger stood in front of him, carefully tying his tie. After she finished, she stepped back a few paces to look him over seriously. "Mm, not bad! As expected of my man, getting more and more handsome."
Yeh Huang suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Wifey, you've worked so hard!"
Long Linger glared at him. "Don't be so mushy, I'm not your wife yet!"
