"What do you mean?"
She sat up, and the maid next to her got busy, "Madam?"
"I can't sleep."
The maid quickly brought over some hot milk, "Is Madam feeling nervous because the wedding is coming up?"
"Maybe," Tong Ran wrapped her hands around the hot milk, but no matter how she tried, her palms wouldn't warm up. She thought for a moment and then asked, "What do you think makes the most beautiful wedding?"
"A Western one, the dresses are so beautiful..."
"I actually think a Chinese wedding is better, a bride with a red veil is the most beautiful," the maid looked at Tong Ran, "Madam, what do you think?"
A red veil...
A faint, almost undetectable glimmer flashed in Tong Ran's eyes. She forced a smile and deliberately replied, "Yes, I also prefer Chinese weddings."
After saying this, she drank the milk and turned to lie back down, "I'm sleepy now."
"Good night, Madam." The maid quickly turned off the light.
