Yang Xue'Er returned to her cozy and elegant little attic, where the interior was meticulously decorated, revealing the thoughts of a young girl everywhere. She walked to the full-length mirror and saw herself in it, her face as red as a ripe apple, glowing with beauty, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Shi Feiyang was renowned in the Jianghu, young and promising, with formidable martial arts skills. If she could truly become his wife, it wouldn't be a bad match. However, at the thought of marriage, Yang Xue'Er couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.
Although she had heard many of Shi Feiyang's heroic deeds and knew of his reputation for punishing evil and promoting good in the Jianghu, she had never seen Shi Feiyang in person. Regarding this sudden marriage proposal, her mind was filled with apprehensions; she longed to meet and get to know such a heroic figure, yet feared the marriage might not be as beautiful as she hoped.
