The morning of my wedding came faster than I expected. I woke up before dawn, unable to sleep any longer. My heart wouldn't stop racing.
By the time the sun rose, everyone in the house was already busy. Only the children were still asleep.
Yan Mei came earlier than usual, this time bringing her mother along. Mrs. Yan quickly joined me in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and stirring pots as if she had done it a hundred times. Yan Mei and the others stayed outside, hanging red cloth, setting tables, and sweeping the yard until it looked neat and bright.
By eight, the whole place looked festive. The fence we fixed stood strong, red decorations fluttered in the wind, and the smell of food drifted everywhere. Everything felt ready—except for one thing.
Mo Ying's robe turned out too big at the sleeves, so he and Mo Yuen had to rush back to the market to get it adjusted.
