In the bridal chamber, a pair of dragon and phoenix wedding candles, each as thick as a child's arm, were still slowly burning. Their light flickered softly, and the wicks occasionally sputtered with a faint CRACKLE.
Custom dictated that the dragon and phoenix candles lit on the wedding night could not be blown out. They had to be left burning until the next morning, symbolizing that the couple would never abandon one another.
Her eyes hazy with sleep, Xu Changqing half-opened them to gaze at the candlelight. After a moment, still unable to fall back asleep, she shifted her gaze to Shen Weimin's face and stared, lost in thought.
'His features were so sharp and defined, giving him a distinct look. So why did he seem so gentle even in his sleep, his lips curved into a slight, ready smile?'
'What a strange person.'
It seemed to take a while before Shen Weimin noticed Xu Changqing's gaze. Instead of opening his eyes, he pulled her closer and whispered.
"Not tired?"
