Wei Qi and Lin Siguang were engaged.
“Life with him probably won’t be easy.”
“Playing the part of a noble young lady... I wonder when it’ll finally end.”
Lin Siguang sat in a chair with his head lowered, a needle and embroidery hoop in his hands. The needle passed through the brocade, leaving a fine green line against the warm yellow background.
Wei Qi had guessed a long time ago who his marriage partner would be.
“I’m not to blame, am I? Father told me to marry, so I will. Third Brother, Lin San...”
“Doesn’t this make it seem like children playing house?”
But one day, as the wedding date drew near, the bride disappeared...
Core idea: People grow up.
