"I've heard Aunt Li say," Jin Ling softened her voice, raised her hand to tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful delicate face, "you've wanted to be a bride since you were young, saying that the bright red wedding dress looks the best. You dream about it every night, and now you're finally going to get on the bridal sedan chair. You wouldn't want to be taken back to the mansion at this time, would you? Once taken back, the wedding is over."
Zizhu's eyes were red: "Can I still get married properly like this? If he finds out what I've done, will there still be hope for my days ahead?"
Jin Ling said, "What did you do? Madam certainly wants to move past it and won't speak of it outside. Think it through yourself, do you want to marry gloriously or..."
Zizhu bit her lower lip hard until a bright red mark appeared.
