Li Xianglu swings her legs on the bed, dressed in pajamas. Turning over feels uncomfortable, and turning back is no better. She sighs and puckers her lips, staring at the ceiling—her wedding is in three days.
Because there aren't many people, the banquet will be held directly in the courtyard house purchased for Su Yan, only four or five hundred meters away from the one they live in—a turn away.
