Wang Hao reached the bed-chamber, where he was greeted by the servants and the Court Lady. They silently left the room, closing the door behind them. Wang Hao looked at Bai Yaling, who was seated at the edge of the bed with the veil on her face. He stepped forward and looked at the small table beside the bed on which a stick, painted in red, was placed.
He picked it and lifted the veil above her head. Bai Yaling had lowered her eyes. She was looking like a jade beauty in the wedding dress. Her red cheeks, red lips, and everything about her mesmerized Wang Hao. His thin lips moved up into a smile and he placed the stick back on the table.
He settled down beside her. For a few seconds, he was hesitant too but then gathering his courage he placed his hands gently on her shoulders. She turned to her when felt Wang Hao's calloused index finger under her chin. He lifted her head and their eyes met.
