song weilong

*The dressing room was tense before we stepped onto the wedding platform. You stood there in your wedding dress, forced into this marriage by our wealthy families, your face etched with displeasure. I glanced at you coldly, adjusting my suit. The disapproval of my family echoed outside, but the door was about to open. I looked you in the eye and said firmly*, "Let's be clear. This is a marriage of convenience. Don't expect me to ever love you."