Ye Ying sat on the couch with a sea of red before her. The veil was too long, she couldn't see anything.
Finally sitting in the bridal chamber, apart from finally being able to rest after a tiring day, there was only anxiety.
She wasn't sure if everything would be smooth afterwards, her mind was in a mess.
She even forgot to feel happy.
She wasn't sure how long it had been when she heard the noise outside, a maid singing loudly: "The groom is here!"
Ye Ying became even more nervous, her whole body tensed up.
Too shy, she was about to face him.
Zhalabu came over, both nervous and happy; finally marrying the girl he'd taken a liking to at first sight was truly exciting.
He picked up the scale and gently lifted her veil.
Before he could even see, the wedding matron exclaimed, "A perfect match!"
"Oh my, she's truly a beauty! See, doesn't Zhalabu have a good eye?"
"Of course, the bride is indeed beautiful!"
