Two days later, the little marriage ceremony was held. It was nothing grand, only quiet and intimate. Yichen's mother and his best friend Lu Nian attended, and to everyone's surprise, Feng also showed up—though it was clear he came for Lu Nian rather than the ceremony itself.
The dining table was set beautifully, dishes steaming and fragrant, a symbol of blessing for the union. Yichen and Zhaoyan sat together, both dressed in striking red wedding robes. Their shoulders brushed, their hands never straying too far from each other's, their eyes glowing with the quiet joy of belonging.
Yichen's mother personally served the dishes, her smile brighter than the lanterns glowing softly in the hall. Lu Nian kept grinning as well, unable to hide how happy he was for his friend.
