The day of the wedding was a weekend in early summer, and the groom was a man she had never met before.
At just twenty years old, Ziyan was still full of longing for the future.
Her family did not care for her, perhaps after marrying, she would be able to establish a new small family.
Her family only told her she must marry, but no one cared about her wedding.
On the day she got married, it was eerily quiet; her family knew she was getting married today, yet her biological mother and stepfather took their daughter and went on a trip.
The wedding dress Ziyan wore was rented by herself, not wanting her wedding to look too shabby.
After all, a woman only gets married once, no other chance to wear a wedding dress.
She got up very early, and like all the brides-to-be, was thrilled and expectant.
She did light makeup in front of the mirror, then stood up, looked at herself in the mirror, and smiled holding her skirt.
The days to come shouldn't be too bad, right?
