Sonia sat quietly at the edge of the bed, the hem of her snow-white wedding dress blooming on the sheets like a pure white jasmine flower. Her legs were pressed together without a gap, her veil long since removed, and her blood-red hair tied into the most beautiful high ponytail, while her fair neck showed a warm pink blush that amazed the ages.
Even after looking at her the entire day, Ash still found her beautiful. Yet now, he dared not look, sitting stiffly beside Sonia without daring to breathe deeply, as if a strong breath would catch the fresh scent of the Sword Maiden. He only dared to lower his head to gaze at her over-the-knee white silk suspenders, something he could gaze at all night.
Sonia kept silent as well, pursing her lips with unknown thoughts, but instead of relaxing, Ash's heart raced with tension.
