It's indescribable, to borrow an old saying—it's like an uncut thread, in disarray yet not without its own charm, stirring in one's heart.
Under the scrutiny of eyes in all directions, she simply buried her head in his shoulder, so much so that when he ran with her past the living room, she failed to see Uncle Yu Yigui 'swoosh' up from the couch, gazing at them with a dazed and spellbound look.
Emperor Quan swept a glance and turned his face away, not pausing for half a second. Carrying her, he strode out of the door and, except for tightening the grip on her waist, showed no change on his face—a pair of sharp black eyes, deep as a pool.
Outside, the weather was clear and sunny.
It was a beautiful day,
"Look, look, the groom is running out with his bride..."
"Wow, such a beautiful bride, such a handsome groom... They match so well, don't they?"
"Yeah, they really are a perfect match!"
