The corridor remained quiet as Bai Ming looked at Han Fuji, her gaze steady and thoughtful as she considered his words and the answers he had given her.
For a brief moment, she said nothing.
Then her lips curved slightly.
"If I agree," she said, her tone calm but carrying a faint trace of sarcasm, "then I suppose everything has already been decided."
Han Fuji did not interrupt her.
Bai Ming folded her arms lightly as she continued.
"But I will make one thing clear," she said. "I do not want a grand or complicated wedding."
Her voice remained even.
"I only want something simple," she added. "Something proper enough to silence those people and leave them with nothing to say."
A faint reaction passed through the group behind them.
Han Fuji looked at her, and then a small smile appeared on his face.
"That can be arranged," he said.
His tone carried quiet confidence.
Bai Ming held his gaze for a moment longer.
"Then I agree," she said.
Her words were calm.
