The moon was exceptionally beautiful.
At night, Ye Fei slipped out lightly, his Longsword humming in his hand.
The village was surrounded by a grand formation that invisibly weakened Ye Fei's strength.
With the Longsword in hand, Ye Fei walked slowly into the mountains.
Under the moonlight, a graceful woman stood alone, forlorn and delicate.
At this moment, the woman.
Was dressed in a red wedding gown, with a red veil over her head.
It was indeed the Ye Family's bride.
"You're late,"
the bride said softly, her voice drifting far away, ethereal to the point of seeming other-worldly.
Ye Fei quietly watched her and chuckled, "If it's to deal with me, why bother skulking around?"
At that moment, the bride slowly lifted her veil.
Her bright eyes sparkled, and her face was stunningly beautiful.
Ye Fei felt a hint of recognition but couldn't for the life of him remember where he had seen her before.
The bride chuckled softly, revealing a cute dimple at the corner of her mouth.
