My head was spinning.
His eyelids felt as heavy as lead. Song Yu tried to raise a hand and rub his temples, only to find he couldn’t lift his arms at all. His whole body felt limp, as if someone had pulled out his bones.
Someone was speaking nearby, their voice drifting in and out, too indistinct to make out.
“Bride, don’t make a fuss. This is the marriage your father agreed to. If you dare run away, your younger sister will have to take your place...”
Song Yu’s mind buzzed. The words hit him like a bucket of cold water, and he jerked his eyes open.
All he could see was blinding red.
A red bridal veil.
He looked down and saw that he was wearing a bright red wedding dress, complete with a phoenix crown and embroidered shawl. The mandarin ducks stitched in gold thread shimmered dazzlingly in the candlelight. He managed to twitch his fingers and felt the red nail polish on his nails, vivid as blood.
