In the bridal room, Dudu had already taken off her cumbersome wedding dress and lay sulkily in the bed.
Qiao Luchen came out after his shower, grabbed a dry towel from the bottom of the cabinet, and glanced at the woman on the wedding bed. The bright red sheets, the vibrant rose petals, the room was filled with celebratory red, yet there was no hint of a newlywed atmosphere.
He gave Dudu a faint glance, turned, walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him.
The wedding night passed so mundanely, as if it foreshadowed the future, where they would each live their own lives.
The bridal room was bought by the Qiao family; it had a good location, not far from Qiao Luchen's workplace, and close to Dudu's school.
The entire renovation was handled by the elders, and Dudu didn't participate at all. The overall style still suited young people's tastes.
