In the magnificently adorned and splendidly shining dressing room, Murong Wei, clad in a gold fishtail dress, sat before the vanity table.
Already beautiful by nature, she became even more ravishing after applying her makeup.
Yet, there was not a trace of a smile on her face. Upon close inspection, one could detect a fleeting trace of rejection in her eyes.
The ceremony was about to take place. From that moment on, she would officially bear the label of Bei Yunhuan...
As these thoughts passed through her mind, the fist Murong Wei clutched grew tighter and tighter. Her nails were on the verge of breaking, but she seemed oblivious to the discomfort.
Call her stubborn or obsessive, but twenty years of deep love cannot simply be cast aside!
No, she had to talk seriously with Lan Xiu before the ceremony.
She would rather cling to the last shred of hope, deceiving herself.
Perhaps the reason she had not received a response was that she had never truly expressed her feelings...
