She didn't like her private thoughts being captured as if they were a landscape.
Luo Xi sought an escape, but suddenly felt as if thorns pricked her back.
She slowly turned around, knowing from which direction those dark eyes, wishing to tear her apart, were glaring. She could only straighten her back and strive to maintain her inherent pride.
Yan Fengchi clenched his fists, half his stern face shadowed, realizing the woman had turned around. In an instant, his gaze turned as cold as frost, and between blinks, his expression was unharmed.
Calm and composed, with a face devoid of emotion.
Behind him, cannons of celebration roared into the sky.
Wen Jingru and Bai Wuqing had already exchanged rings. Wuqing, overjoyed with marrying the beauty, responded to the crowd's enthusiasm and passionately kissed his bride in public.
At the venue, the atmosphere had exploded...
Unexpectedly, the evening banquet was even more grand.
