Time moves backward by one day.
Xu Jia sat in the bridal sedan chair, looking at her fair and delicate hands, disbelief raging in her eyes like a storm.
"Miss." A sudden voice from outside pulled her dazed thoughts back.
"I hid two pieces of osmanthus cake. If you're hungry, you can have a bite first."
The voice belonged to Mo Xiang, her dowry maid.
Xu Jia reached out to lift a corner of the sedan curtain and saw the festive pearl hairpin on Mo Xiang's head.
It was she who personally adorned the young girl before leaving home.
The red bridal sedan, the heavy phoenix crown, the noisy ceremonial music, and the sound of firecrackers—all reminded her that she had returned.
But she had returned to the very day she was marrying into the Tang Family.
