At this moment, Wang Xiangxiang's heart was filled with bitter pain as she lifted her veil. Lifting the veil should have been a moment of joy and excitement for a bride, but she couldn't feel happy or excited. She only felt nervous because the wedding night was soon to follow.
Could she refuse? If she voiced her refusal, would he agree? She thought, no man would probably agree.
Her nervous hands clutched at the festive wedding gown, as she hung her head down, waiting for Han Yongsheng to lift her veil.
Soon, Han Yongsheng approached, and she lowered her eyes, only faintly seeing him getting closer and closer, bit by bit.
Finally, her veil was lifted.
Head bowed, she didn't dare to look up at him. She thought, surely no man would want to see a grim face on the bride he was bringing home.
She sensed her hand being gently pulled by him. She didn't know what he intended to do, but nonetheless, she couldn't help but lift her head to look at him.
