"I wonder, what does he look like!"
Jiang Wanrong thought shyly.
If she knew at this moment that her marriage would be thrown into chaos by Lv Zhaoliang, what would she think?
...
The seventh day of the seventh month, Qixi Festival.
From morning, the Capital City was already filled with a festive atmosphere.
Street vendors had set up their stalls, just waiting for the crowds of customers to arrive in the evening.
The shops along the street were also well-prepared, displaying their attractive goods outside to draw more customers.
The broad bluestone road was swept clean, and the trees on both sides were hung with festive lanterns and Qixi lamps.
During the day, they seemed ordinary, but at night, they would shine brightly and beautifully adorn the entire street.
Although it was just past Chen Hour, a whole day away from evening, the streets were already much busier than usual.
People came and went, chatting and laughing, the air filled with the warmth of human presence.
