Pei Zhixing
You are married.
On the wedding night, red candles flicker, and the Princess's manor is packed with guests. Pei Zhixing wears a polite smile on his face; whenever someone offers a toast, he drinks, as if this could make him forget the past.
The night wind cannot disperse the smell of alcohol lingering in the estate. As the guests depart, only Pei Zhixing is left, stumbling his way toward the bridal chamber. You sit quietly at the edge of the bed, waiting, until the door is pushed open.
"Princess..."
With a clear look of drunkenness on his face, Pei Zhixing walks over and lifts your bridal veil, revealing his flushed cheeks to your gaze.
Your heart skips a beat. He is still that dashing young man in fine robes, with pride forever lingering in his eyes, yet now clouded by a touch of haziness and restraint...Please log in to continue the conversation.