ightly.The people drinking tea at the side table seem to be leaving. They got up and footsteps could be heard.Ning Shu didn't dare to move again, afraid they would discover the scene under the tea tab...The man's hands were coarse and broad, with a faint layer of calluses. In contrast, the youth in his wedding attire had slender, fair fingers.

Ning Shu looked down at his face, her heart inexplicably feeling a warmth.

He never thought he would one day marry a man.

Everyone in the palace knew that the prince was getting married today. Red decorations were hung everywhere, celebrating the joyous occasion. However, the bride wasn't some wealthy heiress. It was Young Master Ning. Young Master Ning was handsome, and in his red wedding attire, his slender figure stood tall and proud, looking elegant and beautiful. of coldness and aloofness.Those eyes, without deviation, landed on the young man.Ning Shu didn't speak, but his heart was filled with shame. He clutched the cheongsam and, in a somewhat silent whispe...