After paying homage to heaven and earth, Wen Wan was escorted into the bridal chamber and seated on the wedding bed.
Song Wei took the balance beam tied with red silk and slowly lifted the bridal veil off her head.
Aunt Xie, the Xie Family cousin-in-law, Song Fang, and several women from the Song Family were standing aside watching. Under the veil, the bride was verdant and tender, with bright and clear eyes.
Though she still had traces of innocence, she was clearly a budding beauty.
Because of the sudden exposure to light, her thick curled eyelashes quivered slightly, like a startled little white rabbit.
This young girl exuded a delicate and gentle aura, urging others to handle with care.
If Wen Wan were to tell everyone at this moment that she was the one who had actively asked Song Wei to marry her, most would find it hard to believe.
After all, such a face was too deceptive.
