Xu Qinghe: "..."
How is this any different?
I've known Yicheng for so many years, he's steady, treats Nianhua well—handing Nianhua over to him, I really feel at ease.
...
In the wedding suite at Bishui Huating, Xu Nianhua took off her wedding dress and slipped into the bright red traditional gown Pei Yicheng had prepared for her. It looked a bit like a phoenix crown and robe, but it was improved, so it was easier for her to move around. The makeup artist helped her change to makeup and hair that suited the outfit.
After an entire day, by the time Xu Nianhua could finally retreat to the bridal chamber to rest, not only was her smile stuck in place, her legs were numb.
If she'd known, she'd have listened to Yicheng and not worn high heels just for looks—right now, her legs barely felt like her own.
In the bridal suite, only she and the drunken Pei Yicheng were left.
