Until after dinner, the night had deepened, and the noisy vigor in the front hall had gradually quieted down. It was only then that Xie Wanqing felt somewhat awkward.
… Today is their wedding day, tonight is their wedding night.
Wedding night…
The maidservants were clearing away the leftovers, while Erqing approached and respectfully said, "Miss, allow me to assist you with washing up."
Xie Wanqing turned to look at the young man seated on the bed. Meeting his pair of eyes filled with tranquil amusement, her face grew warm under his gaze, and she hastily entered the bathroom.
When she came out again, the person on the bed had also changed out of the wedding attire, now clad in just a thin night robe, leaning against the headboard.
In the candlelight, his profile appeared handsome and cool, without the slightest trace of common life, resembling a trumpet vine blooming on a steep mountain cliff, untouched by worldly dust.
