The wind is picking up.
The wind chimes in front of her tinkled in the breeze.
Yu Qing sat in a magnificent dragon and phoenix throne, wearing a bright red bridal gown, staring blankly ahead.
The times of the past few days seemed like a dream.
When she woke from the dream, the shadow of a man lingered in her mind, refusing to fade.
All eyes were on her, with multicolored auspicious clouds above, and the heralded hero...
It felt as though the man's warmth still clung to her body.
Yu Qing touched her lips, thinking of his restraint, and a slight smile curved the corners of her mouth.
What a fool.
All Yu Mingyang wanted was the Family Head of the Yu Family from Skywater Region.
She could have been any woman, and it didn't matter whether she was pure or not.
But his respect and self-control only served to prove that his promises were not impulsive remarks, but decisions made after careful consideration.