In the wedding room where the red candles were burning high, Yu Jinhuang's hand was trembling while holding the wine glass. The glass lamp reflected Xie Yuheng's gentle and watery eyebrows - these were the eyes that were still smiling when he watched her die in her previous life.
"Madam, are you drunk?" He stretched out his hand to help her, and the cuff of his sleeve brushed against her cheek, and the sweet fragrance of powder stung her throat. In her previous life, she had only smelled the dew fragrance of Zuixian Tower from the handkerchief of her concubine Yu Bailian until she died.
