Xiao Yu swung himself off his horse, his black boots with embroidered cloud patterns crushing the sunset glow scattered across the ground.
As he reached out to take the fan from Shen Qing’s hands, a breeze swept across Zhuque Avenue, stirring the faint scent of herbaceous peonies hidden within the wide sleeves of her bridal gown.
Xiao Yu dismounted, his palms damp with a thin film of sweat. The hands that had once drawn bows and wielded swords now hesitated to touch the veil before him.
Chapter 44