A wedding dress for her?
Su Xingyu gazed at it intently, seeing that the gown was vividly beautiful, with camellias of varying postures laid out successively on the bright red satin, interwoven with gold and silver threads, peacock blue, and rouge red, colors that layered and intertwined exquisitely. "I never expected Grandma to have such skills, it's so beautiful," Su Xingyu said, somewhat overwhelmed, "Is it a gift for me? You don't need to. Lu Shifeng and I are already married..."
"You two didn't have a wedding," the old lady interrupted her with a single sentence, "What kind of bride doesn't have a wedding ceremony?"
