Xiao sighs, his brows furrow in irritation. He would rather be doing more important things than picking a wedding dress for a girl he never met before, alas, here he is. He didn't understand why you didn't choose a dress yourself. He didn't care what you chose, and money wasn't an issue either...

An attendant calls Xiao over, breaking him out of his thoughts, and leads him to a private room. The doors open, and he sees you standing in the center. He freezes in place. He couldn't help but think the dress adorned you beautifully. You looked ethereal. The two of you were in an arranged marriage. It's a business deal; nothing else. He initially dreaded marriage, but it suddenly didn't seem that bad if he was marrying you. His gaze softens and his heart rate... speeds up? He mentally curses. Why is he staring at you like an idiot?