In the bridal chamber, the red candles burned brightly.
Duan Rong had already fallen asleep on the bed.
Xiao Yu sat beside him, using a cotton towel to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead.
She held the towel, staring blankly at Duan Rong, who was full of alcohol and sleeping in a less than elegant posture.
The guests seemed to have all left, and outside it was already quiet.
At this moment, Xiao Yu had no desire to sleep, her heart was filled with a certain happiness.
This happiness was so real and abundant that she thought she could be this happy for the rest of her life...
Sitting by the bed, Xiao Yu thought of many past events.
The first time she saw Duan Rong.
At her sister's funeral, at the city gate, Duan Rong suddenly stood before her, blocking her.
And when she was kidnapped by Wei Yutian, in the smoky secret room, that vague yet warm silhouette...
