"Could it be that today, I too must devote myself?"
Su Jie swallowed, looking at Han Ruyan across from him.
Although her figure and appearance were the same as before, her skin was pale, and her body lacked the warmth of a normal person.
Han Ruyan took Su Jie's hand and walked towards the bedchamber.
With each step she took, her red wedding dress became ever more brilliant, making her ghostly pale skin stand out even more.
They sat on the bed, facing each other with their eyes locked.
Han Ruyan gently twisted her sleeves, slipped off her delicate embroidered shoes, and sat poised, her dead and still eyes staring intently.
"Husband, am I beautiful?"
Han Ruyan suddenly spoke; her voice did not carry the usual shyness of a woman, but was indifferent, devoid of any fluctuation or emotion.
"Of course, you are my wife, the most beautiful of all, the number one beauty in the world,"