Red candlelight, two intertwining figures, cast upon the window lattice.
The three great joys of life.
Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, achieving success in the imperial examinations, the wedding night.
Why.
Is his wedding night, so unbearable.
Wu Xufan presses down on Xiao Hezhen, looking into the hatred, despair, and terror in her eyes.
How much must she loathe him, to feel such living death, a heart turned to ash.
"Princess, close your eyes." Wu Xufan says.
Xiao Hezhen's eyes flutter slightly.
She looks at him with tears brimming in her eyes.
With a slight move.
Tears slide down from the corner of her eyes.
Seemingly unaware.
She doesn't wipe her tears away.
Nor does she close her eyes.
Just coldly watching him.
Watching all that he does to her.
If so.
It cannot be changed.
Then she will, bear it like this.
Let herself, bear it.
In fact.
She never thought the wedding night would go without incident.
Wu Xufan, never allowed her any hope.
