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Time trickled away bit by bit.
Yu Xian tried persuading her a few more times, but he couldn't convince Yu Qing, who instead became more convinced that she had lost her resolve and revealed the secrets deep in her heart.
So he didn't push her anymore.
The preconceptions in people's hearts are like a mountain. Once she's convinced that everything is false, what could possibly persuade her it's real?
Only she can walk out of her obsession.
Yu Xian wasn't in a hurry anyway.
The wedding was a game to him—the others could wait if they had to.
He had long since earned the right to have people wait for him.
On the contrary, the plot developments that didn't follow the script brought him unexpected surprises.
The space inside the carriage was large.
Yu Xian sat across from Yu Qing, studying her face which had been lightly made up for the wedding. He actually thought she looked better without makeup; the artificial colors hid the real her.
