The huge Liuyun Palace was decorated with white curtains and white gauze on the floor, which made it look cool and lonely. Yu'er, dressed in black gauze hanging to the floor, was sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting for a groom who would never appear. The memorial tablet was firmly placed on the other side of the bed. She looked back tenderly and whispered to the memorial tablet, "For thousands of years, Yu'er has been with her in life and death. After tonight, I will meet you on the platform and continue our love."
"It's a pity that Yu'er is disappointed. Bai Yu can't wait to meet you tonight." A white shadow flew out from the spirit tablet and turned into a white-clothed immortal. The wind was clear and the clouds were light, like a dream, just like when we first met him.
He smiled gracefully at Yu'er, his grace was peerless.
He leaned forward, held up a pair of Yu'er's shoes, and said affectionately, "Let's spend a good night tonight, let's see how you can escape again."
"You..." Yu'er was so frightened that her tongue was tied, she retracted her hand and backed away repeatedly, "You are a human or a ghost, what kind of monster are you, pretending to be my brother!"
The immortal in white raised his eyebrows and shook his finger, "I am not your brother, but your legitimate husband."