It was already dark.
Many of the decorations in the room were red, illuminated by the crimson candles, rendering the room a vibrant red, perfectly complementing such a festive atmosphere.
Yang Qiu, dressed in red, sat on the kang, nervously waiting for Wang Kui.
Her ears were also listening to the sounds outside, which were becoming less and less noisy. Yang Qiu knew that it meant the guests were gradually leaving.
She thought that Wang Kui should be returning soon.
"Creak!" The sound of the door opening rang out.
Yang Qiu's heart pounded as she looked towards the door, seeing Wang Kui enter in his bright red wedding attire. She bashfully spoke, "Husband, you're back?"
To Wang Kui, Yang Qiu's voice sounded especially pleasant at this moment, like that of a nightingale, particularly the way she called him husband—it made his heart ripple.
"Mm." He responded, closing the door and latching it.
"Has everyone left?" Yang Qiu asked.
