Wujiang walked slowly along the road illuminated by red lights, his figure stretched by the firelight in the lantern.
He walked until he reached the door of the palace, then stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then opened the door and went in.
Seeing him come in, the maids stepped back one after another.
Tonight is the wedding night of His Majesty the Demon King and Master Wujiang, so no one else should disturb them.
The red gauze curtain was gently lowered, blocking out all the darkness and coldness of the demonic world outside.
Incense was burning warmly inside, and red candles were burning high.
Hua Xi was sitting in a warm halo. She had taken off her hair accessories and heavy makeup. Her plain little face was white and flawless, and her long eyelashes covered her dark red eyes.
She stretched out her white lotus-rooted arms from her red sleeves, and used a silver hairpin to gently highlight the firelight in the red candle.
The fire crackled and exploded gently in front of her eyes.
But she didn't even blink, which showed that her mind was not here at all.
What is she thinking about?
Wujiang walked over quickly and gently hugged her from behind.
He never knew that she was so thin and small, and she was more than enough to wrap around her with one arm.
"Hua Xi, what are you thinking about?" Wujiang lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently.
Hua Xi did not evade or respond, but just said: "I'm thinking about tomorrow's battle."
Wujiang's arms tightened and he said: "Don't think about anything tonight. Regarding the war, we are sure of winning, so we can put it aside."
"No." Hua Xi shook her head, "You must think carefully and you can't make any mistakes."
"Hua Xi." Wujiang walked around in front of her, squatted down, and looked into her eyes, "These things are not important. You can put them down for now. Tonight is our wedding night."
Hua Xi's eyes turned slightly, turned to Wujiang's face, and then quickly moved away.
"No." She insisted, and then looked at the burning candlelight, with a dancing light reflected under her eyes.
It's like the starlight in the sky, but it's not bright, it's just sad.
"Why?" Wujiang couldn't help but ask, something suddenly occurred to his mind.
Hua Xi didn't look at him, but just murmured: "If I don't think about this, all I can think about is Chongxi..."
Wujiang's expression suddenly froze, and he squeezed her shoulders with some force.
He knew she felt pain, but she still didn't react at all.
Sometimes, he really wanted to crush her like this...
"I'm sorry." Hua Xi still looked at the candlelight. The light in his eyes dimmed and then brightened... over and over again, which made people feel very sad.
"I thought that as time goes by, my thoughts will slowly fade away, and he will fade away in my life, just like the ripples on the water after the wind passes, and there will eventually be a peaceful and traceless day, but... I can't do it, I
I have worked very hard, but I... still miss him very much."
Hua Xi's voice was choked with sobs, but it was only for a moment, making people think it was just an illusion.
After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Wujiang.
She could easily see the anger, jealousy, and...reluctance in his eyes.
Hua Xi smiled slightly and reached out to gently touch his face.
"Your heart is full of Chongxi, is there a little bit of it that belongs to me?" Wujiang asked.
Hua Xi remained silent, but silence was already the best answer.
"I lost." Wujiang half-knelt in front of her, raised his head, and looked at her.
