She was very unwilling, wanting to protest, but didn't know where to start.
He took her hand: "Walk with me."
The two strolled through the moonlit garden, with mottled tree shadows all around and a winding, secluded pebble path.
In the night breeze, the sound of music and faint chatter from the banquet hall not far away floated over, almost like listening through a layer of dreams, indistinct.
It was rare for the two to have such a peaceful moment, and they cherished it. Lu Shifeng walked with her hand in his, suddenly saying, "What kind of wedding dress do you like? I'll have someone order it."
She was taken aback: "Wedding dress?"
"The registration was too rushed, and we didn't have time for a wedding," Lu Shifeng said, "I passed by a bridal shop the other day and saw a bride trying on a dress inside. She was smiling happily. Don't all women like this?"
Her heart felt a mix of sourness and softness, sweet and fragile.
