Though the wine is good, it does not dispel sorrow.
That day in the Princess Residence, that person deeply imprinted in his mind.
Unable to be shaken off.
Tomorrow she was to marry in, but into such a pit of fire, how would she cope after marrying in?
Taking a deep breath, Ma Wenbin took a sip of wine.
With all his heart filled with bitterness.
He truly wished he were the one marrying her.
So elegant and gentle, unparalleled in grace, every move exuding the aura of nobility, the woman Feng Wushuang.
In this lifetime, he would never have the chance.
Taking a harsh gulp of wine, Ma Wenbin coughed violently.
"Wenbin, what's wrong?"
Ma Wenbin slightly shook his head, "Nothing, drank too quickly, got my clothes wet, I'll be back in a bit!"
"Go on, go on!"
Ma Wenbin stood up, slowly walked to the wedding courtyard.
This wedding room held the best spot in the Ma Family residence, refurbished ever since Yuwen Ming was arranged.
