When the bead curtain of the wedding sedan shook to pieces and everything was scarlet, I was stabbing the golden hairpin into the back of my concubine's hand.
"Sister, what are you doing?" Su Yuyao's tear-filled mask finally cracked, and her fingernails dyed with impatiens were digging into the lining of her wedding dress. The broken heart hidden underneath shook off, glowing a strange blue in the sunlight.
