Xiang Ling held her breath as she watched Zhang Xuan making his way to the bed where she was sitting like a statue at the moment. The man came to a stop right in front of her and he stood there while doing nothing.
She waited for him to move, to speak or do something, but he remained still. Just when she was ready to take off the veil herself, the man picked up the wooden stick from the bedside table and used it to remove the veil from her head.
Their gazes collided and she immediately noticed the warmth his deep emerald eyes carried while he looked at her. "What?" She asked and her voice came out way softer than she expected.
