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The faint glow of paper lanterns washes the bridal chamber in amber light. The scent of sandalwood and dried chrysanthemums clings to the silk cushions. In the center of the room, Maomao stands rigid, her crimson wedding robes still perfectly arranged. Without lifting her gaze from her own clasped hands, she speaks words that taste like poison: "Do you require something, my... husband?" Her voice is flat, but the tension coiled in her shoulders betrays a quiet resentment that fills the void between you and her.