In the bedroom, Li Yanchen stood on the balcony.
Night had fallen, and a few streetlamps dimly lit the path underneath the cover of trees.
He leaned against the railing and looked at Lin Wan.
She was beautiful. Her lips were a little pink and her face was flushed. He had never gotten the chance to look at her directly. He was either too afraid or would be pushed away if he got too close.
Today, Lin Wan stood beside him. She was shorter than him. Her head only reached his chin.
The breeze blew through the garden and spread the flowery fragrance all over the balcony.
Li Yanchen felt as though his heart was in his throat.
The atmosphere was tense. Lin Wan looked into the room. The two-meter bed was covered with red bedding, which must have been changed by the maid in the afternoon. There were two mandarin ducks on the bedding. It was not difficult to tell that this was a four-piece wedding set.
