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While Zheng Que was speaking, a gust of sinister wind suddenly rose in the room with its doors and windows tightly shut, whirling like lightning. In the blink of an eye, it blew out every lamp in the room.

The entire room was instantly plunged into darkness.

The bride, who had been sitting motionlessly by the bed all this time, suddenly flipped her hands and pinned Zheng Que to the bed. With quick, tearing motions, she began stripping off Zheng Que's clothes.

Zheng Que showed no intention of resisting. He merely raised an arm and casually lifted the red bridal veil from her head.

There was no light in the room now, but with Zheng Que's current eyesight, he could still see the bride's face clearly.

Beneath the veil was a luminous face, her curved brows like crescents and starry eyes brimming with water. Her delicate lips were slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of pearly teeth.

Her gaze was somewhat dazed and innocent, and there still seemed to be a trace of youthful immaturity between her brows.

Her jet-black hair was arranged into the twin-loop style of an unmarried maiden, with clusters of jeweled flowers and dangling tassels hanging gracefully beside her cheeks. Set off by the glitter of pearls and gems, she appeared all the more soft as jade and tender as a flower, with the glow of rosy clouds and the charm of moonlight.

Zheng Que paused slightly. So this was Luo Fuyu's true appearance?

She was beautiful, certainly, but she looked even younger than him...

And she did not look like a ghost at all. There was not the slightest trace of ferocity at the corners of her eyes or brows...

As he was thinking, the bride's body had already pressed down on him of its own