"..."
"..."
Time was silent, just like this.
The oppressive atmosphere spread in the air, making the room feel exceptionally stifling.
It was supposed to be a joyful scene, after all, the four of them were dressed festively, yet the serious and oppressive mood was enough to overwhelm any ordinary person's mind.
This was a pressure with substance.
It wasn't something self-imposed through psychological suggestion or wild imagination.
Probably feeling that things weren't going well this way, Gu Mo touched his nose, feeling bored. He sighed, glanced around, and noticed that the situations of the three "brides" beside him were varied—
Miss Tamamo no Mae looked dejected and defeated, as if she had suffered a huge blow, appearing completely greyed out, with drooped ears and tail, almost drawing circles on the ground;
