"Look! Isn't that a fairy?"
All eyes turned toward Rong Sheng.
Amid the festive sea of red, her icy white gown stood out, ethereal and piercingly radiant.
Zuo Qingqing, dressed in a wedding gown adorned with soaring golden phoenixes, paled in comparison to Rong Sheng's captivating presence. Even though Chu Yifeng had ceremoniously received Zuo Qingqing from the bridal sedan, holding onto the red silk, the murmuring crowd spoke only of Rong Sheng's name.
Beneath the crimson veil, Zuo Qingqing's nails, stained with vermillion lacquer, dug deeply into her own flesh.
"Silence, all of you!"
Chu Yifeng quickly noticed Zuo Qingqing's unease. Seeing the tension on her hand and the bulging veins, he realized the whispered words had provoked her ire.
The people of the Ghost Market fell quiet. Dressed in bizarre attire, they sat together in eerie silence, their unwavering stares at Chu Yifeng making the atmosphere even more unsettling.
