At the table next door sat members of the Lu family.
Lu Sheng was getting married, and the one who had the hardest time was Lu Jingsong. He had been unable to sleep or eat properly for three days. Marrying off his daughter made him experience the piercing pain in the chest that all fathers with a daughter-complex share—fear of marrying off a daughter.
He was dressed in olive green military uniform, his head buried, his shoulders trembling.
Yao Bixi passed him a tissue, "Stop crying now, the wedding is about to start. You still need to lead Shengsheng in the procession. What would it look like, crying and sobbing like this?"
He had always been iron-willed in the army. How could he possibly cry? It was impossible! Never would he cry! He lifted his head, "I'm not crying."
"Then what's that on your face? Water?"
"..." His wife really was his own flesh and blood.
