Inside the bridal chamber, Chu Yin heard Zhan Hui's voice, slightly tinged with drunkenness, as he spoke to the wedding planner: "Leave us!"
Chu Yin's hands clenched tightly around her wedding dress, her palms beginning to sweat.
She heard footsteps gradually approaching, and someone slowly lifted her bridal veil.
Chu Yin raised her eyes and saw Zhan Hui, his cheeks flushed. He gazed at her shy demeanor, which made her cheeks progressively warmer.
Zhan Hui's breaths quickened as he looked at Chu Yin. "Yin'er, we are finally married!"
Chu Yin lowered her gaze, avoiding his eyes. Zhan Hui gently lifted her chin with his fingers, and Chu Yin shyly said: "We haven't drunk the wedding wine yet."
Zhan Hui smiled, took Chu Yin's hand, and they moved together to the table. Intertwining their arms, they picked up the wine cups and slowly drank the wedding wine.