"I won't wear a magua," Ye Feimo said, looking into the mirror at their reflection with a hint of a smile. Wen Nuan looked truly beautiful; together, they resembled the perfect couple, like a pair of golden boy and ice queen, made for each other.
Ye Feimo gazed at the woman in the mirror, a sense of pride swelling within him. Such a bright and moving beauty was his wife, his most beloved woman. She was like a fairy by his side, an understanding flower, and also his poppy.
She was the woman he willingly immersed himself in.
"Does it look good?" Wen Nuan asked. It's often said women dress to please the ones they fancy, and naturally, Wen Nuan too hoped for Ye Feimo's praise.
