An angry coldness flashed at the bottom of his dark eyes, and Samar was silent for a moment, then turned to leave.

In the past five years, he knew Vidia too well, even if the person she liked was Shah Rukh Khan, but she would not go against her father's will.

Besides, their wedding will officially start tomorrow!

Without any words, Samar chose to be patient this time. It's a bit of a shame to be a husband.

But as a military man, a good soldier of the Union, he did not allow himself to do despicable things.

The atmosphere here is rare and warm.

"No, I can't eat it."

Vidia frowned and shook her head.

Beitang Bright Sun smiled softly and hugged Vidia in his arms.

Quiet, without any impurities, the simple hug made Vidia's face blush.

The tip of Beitang Yaori's nose lightly touched her forehead, and the smell of fragrant flowers on her body was not the chrysanthemum fragrance he was familiar with.

"I'm not Indian."

After being silent for a while, Beitang Yaori opened his mouth lightly.

A small hint of surprise flashed in Vidia's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, for him Vidia was used to surprise.

"Shah Rukh Khan, it's not my name."

「……」

"I'm here to find my princess, a princess I love very much."

Vidia listened to Beitang Yaori's words, and suddenly felt an indescribable sadness and a trace of fear in her heart.

"What about you...... Have you found your princess?"

「……」

The corners of Beitang Yaori's mouth curved slightly, and he smiled helplessly.

"Nope."

Hearing this, Vidia felt an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart, and it was obvious that the princess he loved very much was not her.

"Even if she finds it, she won't know it."

"For what?"

"Because she's sleeping."

"Sleep?"

Beitang Yaori's words made Vidya more and more incomprehensible.

"Yes, she's sleeping, in a beautiful dream, so I don't dare wake her."

「……」

"No matter how beautiful your dream is, there will be a day when you wake up."

Beitang Flare didn't continue to speak, and raised his hand in front of Vidia and spread it out.

In the palm of his hand is a small box of red cinnabar.

Beitang Yaori didn't say anything, with a gentle smile on his face, he pressed the cinnabar with his thumb, raised his hand on Vidia's eyebrows and forehead, and gently drew a red strip that extended to the center of her hair.

A long, beautiful eyebrow cinnabar accentuated Vidya's almost complete bride.

Although Beitang Yaori didn't say a word, his wordless action made Vidia's mind not calm.

Whoa—

Pushing away the North Hall Flare, Vidia's beautiful amber eyes flashed with tears of excitement, and she looked at Shah Rukh Khan and pointed to her forehead.

"I know you're not an Indian, but do you understand the meaning of this cinnabar?"

「……」

"Do you know that only someone can put this red cinnabar on my forehead?"

「……」

Beitang Yaori smiled lightly, but Vidia didn't know whether to cry happily or fearfully at this time.

"In my country, only my favorite husband has the right to smear me with this cinnabar, which symbolizes marriage. This is a gift from God, the crimson dot in the forehead. For an Indian bride, this is the proudest crown! At the same time, it is also a symbol of the oath that will never be abandoned!"