A Clichéd and Melodramatic Tale
He stood still, his brows furrowed tightly, wanting to leave but unable to do so. His mood was particularly anxious.
These scenes were something he didn’t want to witness. He vaguely sensed that perhaps it was the residual memories of a female ghost, but it had nothing to do with him. He couldn’t even understand why, despite having obtained the peach talisman, he was still being dragged into such eerie scenes.
…
In an instant, the scene before his eyes shifted, and the red wooden building twisted and distorted.
Seated at a round table, Shen Buqiu, dressed in a long skirt with a graceful figure, lowered her head and caressed a phoenix crown.
On a shelf beside the bed hung a bright red wedding gown, and the entire room was immersed in dim light and shadows. Shen Buqiu’s expression appeared serene, filled with the joy of impending marriage.
Fan Yulei was stunned for a few seconds, standing in the corner of the room, utterly bewildered. Was she about to get married?