Bai Ruozhu watched with envy, unable to help but wonder, what would it be like if Achun carried her on his back to the sedan chair? With his strength, he would surely not drop her to the ground.
Would he carefully remind her when stepping on the rice cake? What would he say?
She suddenly felt a little disappointed; she and Achun had never had a wedding, and although she wasn't one to fuss over formalities, every woman harbors some expectations for such a significant moment in her life.
Jiang Yichun leaned over, his large hand sneakily grabbing her smaller one, he asked in a low voice, "Why can't you bear to part with Zhihe?"
Bai Ruozhu gave him a big eye roll. This man was too obtuse, completely missing her thoughts. Forget it, she couldn't be bothered with him!
But Jiang Yichun chuckled softly, "So you're envious of Zhihe's marriage, blaming me for not giving you a proper wedding."
