The groom could not tolerate anyone humiliating his former comrade-in-arms like this.
Those who had not experienced those things would not understand how precious this friendship was.
Even if they hadn't contacted each other for decades, even if they might not see each other again until they died, the past and the years that had settled in their vitality would never fade.
As long as the other party needed it, he could still do it regardless of his own safety.
The bride was dazed from the slap. Her head was tilted to the side, and the flower on her head was knocked off. It took a while for her to react. She covered the swollen half of her face and pounced on the groom to fight."You dare to hit me? you actually hit me for a broken comrade you haven't seen for so many years ..."
The groom's legs were not convenient, and he was not paying attention, so the bride's nails scratched his face.
