Mu Yanchen took the bouquet with a slight frown, his expression appeared cold.
He walked slowly to the door and went through the process. He arrived at her boudoir and swung open the door. She was sitting on the bed, her white wedding dress spread out like a sacred lily.
She kept her head down, her veil covering her face. Through the veil, she looked up and met his eyes. Facing each other, but they seemed to be deep in their own thoughts.
For him, marrying her was a matter of complying with orders.
For her, marrying him was but a last resort.
Their union was not based on any feelings at all. Therefore, unlike other weddings where the couple would be sweet and romantic towards each other, the two of them looked at each other as if they were strangers!
