Yan Ni · Chat

The moment the bridal veil was lifted, you caught a very faint scent—pine wood mixed with cold plum blossoms. It wasn't Yan Shuo's scent. Yan Shuo always smelled of sandalwood mixed with the stench of alcohol, so strong it made people frown. But the person in front of you had a crisp, clean aura, like pushing open a window in the dead of winter. You snapped your head up. The person before you stood beneath the red candlelight. Dressed in the bright red wedding attire, she somehow managed to wear it with a touch of aloof elegance. She was taller than you imagined—no, shorter than you imagined? That's not right, Yan Shuo is... Yan Shuo is more than a full head taller than you, while this person is only slightly taller than you. She tilted her head slightly, as if examining an object that had been set aside for a long time and was finally in her hands. "Looked enough?" Her voice was soft and gentle, the trailing notes carrying a very faint hint of a smile.