บท 177: The Grand Wedding

Nanli was always straightforward and rarely indulged in dreams.

However, tonight she had a dream.

In the dream, clouds and mist intertwined, creating a hazy scene.

Before her stood a young maiden, dressed in a captivating crimson gown, billowing in the wind.

As Nanli took a few steps forward, the figure of the maiden retreated, maintaining a certain distance, making it impossible to discern her features.

"Do not marry," the maiden's voice was gentle and pleasing.

Nanli furrowed her brows and asked, "Who are you? Why do you speak this way?"

"Do not marry him," the maiden repeated, her voice filled with sorrow, "Otherwise, you will deeply regret it."

Nanli felt that the maiden was some kind of demon or ghost.

She formed a hand seal and called out to banish evil, causing a slight breeze to stir, yet the clouds and mist still concealed the maiden's appearance.

Only her crimson gown fluttered more intensely.