The crimson moon hung low above the quiet garden, casting a rosy hue over the silken decorations that fluttered in the evening breeze.
The guests had long since departed, laughter and music fading into distant memory.
All that remained now were the soft glimmers of talisman light, their glow tracing faint runes in the air like the lingering echoes of a benediction.
Tian Shen and Feng Yin stood in the middle of it all, still hand in hand, the enchanted red ribbon now unbound but its warmth lingering in their Qi.
Neither spoke for a long moment, simply drinking in the serenity, the weight of the day finally settling into their bones.
It had been a simple ceremony, modest by cultivation world standards—but it had felt right. Intimate. Theirs.
Feng Yin turned to him, brushing aside a loose strand of hair from his face.
"You didn't cry. I half expected you to, little hubby."
Tian Shen grinned, wrapping an arm around her waist.
