Chapter 718: The Reason for Not Getting Married

Today's Bai Wei was as simple and pure as her wedding dress, her beautiful face lightly made up, seemingly only lined with eyeliner and dabbed with lipstick.

Over three years, Bai Wei's hair had grown to waist-length, her black and long locks permed into egg curls, draped over her shoulders and trailing down to her waist.

Her hair was unadorned with any accessories, save for a handmade wreath.

But you mustn't underestimate this wreath; its craftsmanship was passed down from the royal court, the green leaves made from wire pinching, and the red flowers all crafted from rubies, although not invaluable as a city's ransom, it's certainly worth a villa in city A.