The wedding procession was lively and grand, accompanied by music and drums. The Shen family was incredibly wealthy, and since Old Master Shen's first wife only bore him this one blind son, the wedding was naturally extravagant.
I heard they even threw candy and pastries from Quan Yuan Deli—my heart ached at the waste. I'm about to become Mrs. Shen! Isn't Shen's money basically my money? Couldn't they just give out red eggs instead? These people really don't know how to be frugal!
The journey was long and slow. I was drowsing in the sedan chair when it finally stopped.
A pale, slender hand trembled and slowly reached into the sedan chair. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grasped this hand.
The palm was slightly sweaty, but the touch was exceptionally warm and soft—a hand that had never known hard work.
The Young Master Shen really lives a comfortable life. He's not been mistreated by his stepmother. The stepmother shouldn't be too difficult to deal with.
I relaxed slightly, then carefully stepped out of the sedan. When my feet touched the ground, I heard a wave of cheers and teasing.
"Young Master Shen, you have great fortune! We heard the Zhu family's eldest daughter is beautiful—don't mistreat her! Carry your wife inside!"
"Young Master Shen, carry your wife!"
The shouts grew louder and louder. I nervously squeezed his hand and whispered: "Let's just walk in instead. I'll support you."
I felt Shen Er's hand stiffen for a moment.
Afraid he might overthink, I quickly added: "Or you can hold my hand and walk in with me."
Shen Er didn't respond—but he released my hand.
My heart immediately sank. But before I could overthink further, I found myself already on his warm back.
Shen Er's voice was clear, like spring water with a hint of coldness, seeming to vibrate through my heart from my back.
He said: "I can do it."
This journey was incredibly difficult. I don't know how he took each step while groping through the darkness, how he crossed those sixteen steps, or why he insisted on carrying me.
All I know is—from now on, I can no longer call him "blind man."
From now on, he is my husband.