Inside the bridal chamber, adorned with festive double-happiness window paper, Tushan Yuelian narrowed her eyes, her clothes in disarray, her raven hair scattered like a cascading waterfall.
She looked as though she had just been fished out of the water, her entire body damp and limp as she lay upon the soft bridal bed.
For some reason, a deep, rosy flush had spread across her usually haughty, peerless face.
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