Ling Hua clutched an apple, slouching lazily inside the bridal carriage, listening to the bustling sounds from outside, feeling a surreal sense of disbelief.
She daydreamed for a while and then, lifting a corner of her head covering, reached out to lift the carriage curtain.
Liuli accurately pressed down on Ling Hua's hand from outside, "Miss, as a bride you must act the part; you can't just lift the curtain to look around."
Ling Hua whispered, "Can't I even take a quick glance?"
Before Liuli could speak, she whispered, "I want to see Yan Qing; I haven't even caught a glimpse of him."
She wanted to see if Yan Qing was just as she had imagined: riding atop a tall horse, dressed in the auspicious outfit she had embroidered for him, unequaled in posture and unparalleled in countenance.
The husband she had set her heart upon possessed the most handsome appearance in the world.
Liuli opened a corner of the curtain for her, "Just one look."