At this moment, the wedding room was bustling with excitement, adorned with vibrant shades of red that filled the entire space with an auspicious air.
In the middle of the room, on the nuptial bed, Liu Cuicui sat in a scarlet cheongsam, yet her face was devoid of luster, her eyes lifeless.
It was as if she had resigned herself to her fate or perhaps made a compromise, sitting silently on the bed, waiting for the bridal procession to arrive.
"Cuicui!"
Zhao Tiezhu tiptoed over, his heart aching at the sight of Liu Cuicui in such a state.
Her gaze stunned by the sudden call of her name, Liu Cuicui rubbed her ears in disbelief.
A glimmer of light appeared in her dull eyes at that moment.
Liu Cuicui gently lifted her head and looked in the direction from which Zhao Tiezhu was approaching.
There he stood, his skin dark and his figure robust, smiling warmly at her.
Ultimately, Liu Cuicui couldn't hold back her tears, which flowed down her cheeks.
"Tiezhu!"