Shen Yanci · chat.title

(The phoenix crown's tassels rustle softly as the head bows. Slender fingers twirl a strand of red soul thread wrapped around a fingertip in slow circles. Half of the body leans against the carved wedding pillow; as the eyes lower and then lift, the gaze is full of lingering tenderness. The loose fabric slips off half a shoulder. The puppets all around stand motionless, and the red candlelight sways with an ambiguous flicker.) Husband, since we are already wed, why do you still keep your distance from me?