Lu Ziheng closed the door, turned off the lights, went upstairs, and entered the bedroom, only to hear the sound of water "swishing" from the bathroom.
On the big red wedding bed, there still lay her white wedding gown.
Lu Ziheng smiled.
That girl, although she had been practicing the etiquette of high society these past days, outside she could endure tiredness, endure high heels, endure being economical with words, but once back home, in front of him, or even his brothers, she remained her usual self.
He resigned himself to go over, picked up the wedding gown, tenderly arranged it, and then hung it in the closet.
Touching the lace on the material, he thought about how stunning the little girl looked today at the old house.
One had to say, Grandma Lu's taste was truly impeccable. The wedding gown was elegant and noble, with a hint of sexiness in its classic design that wasn't too provocative.
In short, it was just right.
He smiled, went over, and walked to the bathroom door.
