The previous life of King Zhou and Su Daji was a grand tragedy.
Can their lives be complete?
"Azhou, This is the words what mean?" The girl took the small card from Shang Zhou's hand and carefully identified the three beautiful Chinese fonts gilded on the card. However, she twisted her two delicate eyebrows in confusion, pursed her mouth slightly, and looked blankly in her eyes.
Shang Zhou patiently held her hand and copied the three words on the paper one stroke at a time.
"Su Daji, your name."
"Sudaji..." Abby recited it silently several times, then took the paper to the room with a satisfied look on her face.
The sunlight fell through the cracks in the window, hitting the side of Shang Zhou's face just right, and was extremely gentle.
On the desk, the card lay quietly. In front of the gilded words, there were two less conspicuous small letters in block letters that also lit up: "Bride."