Ye Qi's heart was indescribably heavy, fearing that once today's wedding was completed, there would truly be an insurmountable chasm between him and Wen Xiao'ai.
Even if they lived under the same roof every day, they would likely treat each other with distant respect, losing the ease and openness they once had.
This was really not what he wanted.
Amidst the sounds of congratulations, the maiden of honor supported Wen Xiao'ai as she walked in and placed her hand in Ye Qi's.
Ye Qi lowered his eyes to look, but for a moment he did not move.
Nearby, Feng Liyan sighed softly, irritably pouring himself a glass of wine.
Seeing Ye Qi's hesitation and his odd expression, everyone became puzzled.
Everyone knew that Ye Qi liked the Little Princess, having protected her with great care for hundreds of years, and had finally gotten his wish, yet he didn't seem happy at all.
