Before Shi Si removed her armor for the first time, probably no one could have imagined that the ironclad guard who had always silently protected Chongxuan Sheng's side, always facing danger before him, was actually such a delicate-looking woman.
Refined and timid.
She had blurred every marker of womanhood, erased every trace of weakness, and used that suit of iron armor to protect both herself and Chongxuan Sheng.
She hid away all her cowardice and fear, leaving behind only the courage and fortitude of steel.
Today, she still hid her face.
Only, the iron helmet had been replaced by a square of red silk.
What it concealed now was anticipation and bashfulness.
Without that hard armor around her, she still felt no unease.
That soft, thin red bridal veil somehow gave her an immense sense of security.
Armor was a shield for the flesh, while love could build a fortress within the heart.
Of course, she could hear the master of ceremonies. She could hear her adoptive father offering his instructions. She could hear the bustling crowd, laughing and making merry.
But all she could feel was her own hand.
The hand that had grown accustomed to gripping a greatsword was held by a large hand... so gentle.
That hand led her onward.
She had nearly forgotten where she was, and where she was going. She only knew to follow him. Following him was right.
Brother Sheng was smart. Brother Sheng would not get lost.
They kept walking just like that, until someone's teasing voice rang out: "Still can't bear to let go?"
Brother Sheng immediately shot back, "If it were you, could you bear to?"
Hehe.
Though she said nothing, she squeezed Chongxuan Sheng's large hand tightly in support. Only then did she let go and sit inside the