The bright red candles, dripping and burning.
Accompanied by the bridal makeup stretching for miles.
Mo Ke had thought she would never see such a scene in her life, or rather, she had never cared for such spectacles.
After all, she was a cultivator, the sole heir of the Tiansuan Clan. From the moment of her birth, she had dedicated everything to the Tiansuan Clan.
Heaven's will is unfeeling, merely a rule.
Those who control the will of heaven are often heartless and detached, having seen through the future and the mortal world, and she was no different.
However, she had never imagined that among the many scenes she had deduced, there would be one like this.
Enchanting, ambiguous, splendid, romantic...
Endless maple leaves falling, both she and the Master in wedding robes, the Master tall and straight with an indifferent gaze, and her own hair already up in a bun, standing gracefully by the Master's side.
