Chapter 9 Chapter Nine The Wedding Dress on the Sixth Day

It wasn't until noon that Xiangsi woke up from one nightmare after another. Her whole body was in pain like broken, and she still had no strength. However, when she saw the extinguished fire not far away, she felt a deep warmth in her heart. She seemed to be able to imagine that after he left, he couldn't help but turned back, carried her back to the hut, wiped off the lake water from her face, lit a bonfire, and guarded her. What she didn't know was that that person was actually Yang Yizhi. What she didn't even know was that Princess Shang's celebration was scheduled for tomorrow.

Tomorrow is also the last day of the seven-day covenant. Huayin Pavilion is busy and festive, even by the lake, one can still feel the overflowing joy.Xiangsi's pale face suddenly showed a blush. She knew that this happiness belonged to her, otherwise, why did Zhuo Wangsun suddenly treat her so well? Xiangsi didn't understand why Zhuo Wangsun suddenly became murderous yesterday, but she knew that he would definitely come back to find her, because they had agreed that he would give her a gift every day. One piece every day is his heart. Six of them were his dowry gifts, and the seventh was a gift from him to her, and also a gift from her to him—she would be his bride, so the Huaying Pavilion was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the ceremony and music were noisy.

Because there is no other person, no other thing that can make Huaying Pavilion so lively. It's just that she doesn't know that all of this is destined not to be hers, and will never be hers. Zhuo Wangsun did not come. Xiangsi propped up the sick body, picked undamaged fresh lotus from the lake, and kept them in wooden vases, but he did not come; Xiangsi cleaned up the wooden house, sat in front of the mirror and carefully dressed himself, he did not Come.The red sun was burning, and it was shining on the waves of the lake, but he didn't come; the evening crows were making noise, and the return flight was urgent, so he didn't come.

Won't he come? Xiangsi sat on the roof with her feet hanging down, and the free wind blew across her face, she suddenly felt a trancelike joy. He will come. The lake water is gently rippling, the scent of ambergris is still there, and the corpses of butterflies and lotus are intertwined, which is a sad atmosphere.Acacia suddenly saw something. It was a package, a purple package. The package was placed beside the bed, but she never saw it. Or, before he left this morning, he personally placed it beside her pillow. The purple package was untied, and a bright red color rushed over. It was a bright red wedding dress.

Tears instantly blurred his eyes.She had been waiting for this moment for so many years, but when it really came, she was still so at a loss. Xiangsi gently picks up the wedding dress, what she picks up is her own youth, her own feelings. What kind of feelings does the girl weaving this wedding dress have?A smile rose in Acacia's heart. Yes, this is Zhuo Wangsun's sixth gift. The seventh day must be the end of all this. At that time, I will be her bride. The long night, destined to be as quiet as still water on the sixth day, finally passed, and ushered in the seventh day full of lovesickness and longing.

And the gift of the seventh day also loomed.