Chapter 1215 Only The Naïve Ever Becomes Juliet

It was a spacious room decked with one of the most luxurious furnishings. Every corner of the room oozed the spirit of pomp and wealth, which complemented the beautiful figure resting in its center like the mantelpiece.

Raven locks, smooth as silk, were fashioned into an elegant bun barring a profile as fair as first snow. Below her neck, the woman’s figure curved and arched to form a silhouette so bewitching a man could snap his neck just to gawk.

Right now, she was dressed in a bridal gown, its pearly whiteness radiating a holy glow that only brought the woman’s beauty, femininity, and grace out in full force. She looked positively immaculate—an angel on Earth.

Today was the biggest day of her life.

However, there was no sign of visible emotion on those delicate, doll-like features of hers—no smiles, no happiness, no bliss. She simply stared ahead, stone-faced, as though her soul had left her body a millenia ago, and all that remained of her was a beautiful husk.

Perhaps “stone-