An angry coldness flashed at the bottom of his black eyes. Samar was silent for a while, then turned and left.

In the past five years, he has gotten to know Vidya too well. Even if the person she likes is Shah Rukh Khan, she will not go against her father's wishes.

Besides, their wedding will officially start tomorrow!

Without any words, Samar chose to endure this time. As a husband, this is indeed a bit shameful.

But as a soldier, an outstanding federal soldier, he does not allow himself to do despicable things.

The atmosphere here is rare and warm.

"No, I can't eat anymore."

Vidya frowned and shook her head.

Beitang Yaori smiled tenderly and held Vidya in his arms.

The quiet, pure hug without any impurities made Vidya blush with embarrassment.

The tip of Beitang Yaori's nose gently touched her forehead. The fragrant flower smell on her body was not the chrysanthemum fragrance that he was familiar with.

"I'm not Indian."

After a moment of silence, Beitang Yaori spoke calmly.

A little surprise flashed in Vidya's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. Vidya was used to being surprised by him.

"Shah Rukh Khan, that's not my name either."

"..."

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

Listening to Beitang Yaori's words, Vidya suddenly felt indescribable sadness and a little fear in her heart.

"Then you...have you found your princess?"

"..."

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

"No."

Hearing these words, Vidya felt an inexplicable sense of loss. Obviously, the princess he loved so much was not her.

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

"Why?"

"Because she's sleeping."

"sleep?"

Beitang Yaori's words became increasingly difficult for Vidya to understand.

"Yes, she is sleeping, in a very beautiful dream, so I dare not wake her up."

"..."

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

Beitang Yaori did not continue speaking, but raised his hands in front of Vidya and spread them out.

In his palm was 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 and gently drew a line of red on Vidiya's forehead and eyebrows, extending to the center of her hair.

A long and beautiful cinnabar line between the eyebrows makes Vidya look almost like a bride.

Although Beitang Yaori didn't say a word, his silent behavior made Vidya unable to calm down.

Crash--

Vidya suddenly pushed Beitang Yaori away, tears of excitement flashed in Vidya's beautiful amber eyes. She looked at Shah Rukh Khan and pointed at her forehead.

"I know you are not an Indian, but do you understand the meaning of this cinnabar!"

"..."

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

"..."

Beitang Yaori smiled lightly, but Vidya didn't know whether to cry with joy or fear.

"In my country, only my favorite husband has the right to put this cinnabar on me, which represents marriage. This is a gift from God, this crimson dot on my forehead. For an Indian bride,
Chapter completed!