A sarcastic smile appeared on Zhuo Xi's lips, and she asked herself: What is a eldest lady? After studying all over the world, what greeted her when she returned was not the warmth of her family, but being forced to put on a wedding dress and become the protagonist of this ridiculous wedding. Her gaze penetrated the red silk in front of her and met another figure who was also teased by fate.
She turned around slightly and looked at the woman who was also wearing red makeup. Under the red hijab was a face that could not be seen but could feel sadness. She whispered softly, and every word was like the gentlest starlight in the night sky: "Are you willing?" This question was not only a question to the woman, but also a question to her own destiny.
