"She's a foreigner, doesn't understand much about these wedding customs, but asking someone to write a blessing is quite thoughtful. Anyway, let's drink to the marriage~"
Yu Minglang poured the wine into the glass, and they drank, arm intertwined, my wife Qian, beloved for life.
A bright moon hung in the sky, golden embroidery threads exuding a shimmering glow.
The same moonlight also spread over a place thousands of miles away from Qian, by the river, a solitary white figure stood still, a lonely silhouette reflected by the riverbank.
He held a bamboo flute, playing a tune called "Blooming Flowers, Full Moon." It ought to be played at weddings, yet there were a few strands of sadness due to the melody player's unspeakable thoughts.
Beside the man, a jar of flower wine was already drunk, leaving only a delicate empty jar.
The flower wine stored for many years was taken out, but he wasn't sure if his Qian had drunk this wine symbolizing fatherly love.
