When he opened his eyes again, Su Qingci was already on the wedding couch of Yongninghou Mansion.
The red candle was burning high, and the dancing candlelight made the embroidered lotus pattern on the top of the tent particularly dazzling. The red wedding dress on her body was still on, and the golden-threaded mandarin duck shone in the light and shadow. The hijab had already been lifted off and hung casually on the edge of the bed. All she could see were familiar carved beams and painted buildings. It was Qinghui Hall, the main courtyard of the second room of Yongninghou Mansion, the place where she had been trapped all her life. Every beam, every pillar, every window, their positions are engraved in her bones and blood. In her last life, she spent all her sincerity here, watching the person she loved drift away, and finally breathed her last with regret.
Su Qingci Xiao Jingxiang Xiao Che
Sense of immorality, stability at the top and flirtatious at the end of the year
