The night is very deep.
The crystal chandelier in the master bedroom of the Su family villa was still on, and the cold light poured down, illuminating the festive red color in the room without any warmth.
The air was mixed with the faint fragrance of her gardenia, which formed a strange sense of dissonance with the industrial smell emitted by the new fabrics and wooden furniture in the new house. The door was ajar, and the faint sound of servants cleaning up the mess could be heard outside the corridor. All this reminds Shen Mo that he is getting married today.
With a woman I only met once.
Shen Mo stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his figure stretched very long, like an emotionless sculpture. He didn't look at the dark night outside the window, but instead his eyes fell on the blurry reflection on the window glass. In the reflection, there was a woman sitting on the sofa, Su Wanqing.
She was wearing a bright red toasting outfit, which was supposed to be a festive color, but at this moment it was like a heavy shackle, weighing down her slender shoulders and causing them to tremble slightly. Even the delicate makeup couldn't cover up the tiredness and overwhelming sadness in her eyes.
It was her, his nominal wife, the eldest lady of the Su family.
In order to save the family business, a woman was forced to marry him, a legendary "waste", in place of her sister.
Shen Mo's eyes moved slightly, and a stream of light blue data that no one else could see quietly appeared above Su Wanqing's head.
