The blue turned dark.
From afar, the wedding procession was seen approaching with the sound of firecrackers and suona lasting for a long time.
"They're here!"
"Quick, go tell the mistress, they're here."
The happy and hurried voices of the servants were heard.
The matron of honor coaxed Shen Zhiyi to step over the red lacquered fire basin, and the pearls on the head covering swayed gently.
"The bride steps over the fire basin, bringing prosperity and happiness."
Shen Zhiyi couldn't see the road clearly and only caught a glimpse of the cloud-patterned ruyi-toed boots peeking out from the hem of the red wedding dress beside her.
The fire in the basin was particularly vigorous, and before the matron of honor could help lift the skirt a bit,
Xiao Huaian, who was beside her, moved.
He helped lift it a bit and didn't forget to gently support her waist with his arm.
Shen Zhiyi wasn't used to such contact and tensed up for a moment.
Xiao Huaian noticed.
