Xiao Chengyi was awakened by a high-pitched "Ah!"
He opened his eyes in a daze.
What greeted him was a vibrant celebratory red, a crimson wedding bed, crimson bedding, and gradually, his consciousness returned from the confusion.
How did he return to this bridal chamber? How did he fall into slumber? Xiao Chengyi had no recollection of it at all.
He only remembered Shen Ruoxi divorcing him, while he drank himself into a stupor.
"So noisy, can't people get a good rest?"
Zhen'er turned over in dissatisfaction, whispering complaints.
Facing Zhen'er, a sudden inexplicable guilt surged in Xiao Chengyi's heart.
He gently planted a kiss on her forehead, soothingly said, "It's still early, you sleep a bit longer. I'll go see what's happening outside."
Seeing his considerate manner, Zhen'er felt much of her frustration dissipate.
