C211 The scent of white smoke

The sound of blood dripping was so clear.

The bride was dressed in red, and the one holding the embroidered ball and red satin was revealed. Her delicate and white hands didn't have a hint of red in them, as if they were as cold as water.

No one heard the sound of blood dripping onto the ground. She and the rest of the guests were in their normal state. They were happily drinking together