C1022 Three of the Night of the Cupid Flower

The bride sat on the edge of the kang.

He wore a red veil over his head, and the only person he could think of would be him.

Yue Zitong waited for a long time, but no one came to lift her red veil. She could only sigh as she lifted her hand to gently lift it up.

The candlestick on the round table was already filled with tears.

The orange candlelight moved without any wind