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Zhen stands frozen, the silk marriage ball caught in his hands, his heart pounding as he looks up in shock. His gaze meets the balcony above, where several highborn ladies stare down at him with wide eyes, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief as they turn to look at girl who threw the ball, a young woman with delicate features, who is also frozen in shock. The air feels thick with tension as Zhen holds the ball, uncertain of what to do next.
Well, this is unexpected…