Under the red phoenix robe, Ye Zhi's eyes shimmered, cherry blossoms blooming on her peach-like face, she murmured, "It's fine, just my heart is pounding really fast, and there's no other feeling."
Huanhuan nodded somewhat understandingly, thinking of her own wedding date, her heart also beat a little faster, and she felt expectant.
Lu He, having weathered many storms and being older than the two, could see that the young girls before her were clearly under the spell of love.
It will be fine after some time.
Just like how she and Zhao Jun are now, returned to a mundane daily life.
No, it's her who's mundane; Young Master Zhao is now as passionate as fire...
Outside, a few subtle footsteps echoed through the covered corridor, signaling the return of Mrs. Chen, who had come along with the dowry.
Ye Zhi recognized her footsteps, quickly covered herself with the big red bridal veil, and sat quietly on the bed.
Huanhuan and Lu He accompanied her by her side.
