Sun Dali was wearing a bright red wedding robe, which was borrowed because there wasn't enough time.
Compared to Mu Xiangxiang, Sun Dali actually had it tougher.
The wedding robe was somewhat small, and Sun Dali looked strained, as though the part around his belly might burst open anytime.
Seeing Mu Xiangxiang, Sun Dali grinned from ear to ear.
The villagers offered their congratulations, and everyone was happy for Sun Dali.
Old Mrs. Mu had a grim face throughout; she never liked Sun Dali, and seeing him without a proper wedding robe now made her feel even more that marrying her daughter to him was a grievance.
As the wedding procession moved away, Old Mrs. Mu chased them quite a distance, clearly worried about marrying her daughter off to Sun Dali.
If it weren't for Mr. Mu stopping her, she might have blocked the bridal sedan chair.
If that truly happened, Mu Xiangxiang would never get married in her lifetime!
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