Chapter 63: Wedding?

"I want us to have a proper wedding."

The words hung in the bedroom, echoing with a sincerity that completely shattered that lingering tension.

Bai Qingyue froze. Her delicate fingers, which had been gently intertwined with Lin Yuan's, suddenly went completely still. She stared at him, her beautiful eyes widening as if she had just been struck by a bolt of lightning.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the hollowing of the wind.

Then, her lower lip began to tremble. A fresh wave of tears, completely different from the tears of terror she had wept earlier, rapidly pooled in her eyes and spilled over her cheeks.

"A... a proper wedding?" Qingyue whispered, her voice incredibly fragile, as if she feared speaking too loudly would shatter the beautiful illusion.