***Past***
The dusty road that was dull in colors was decorated with bright red silks. The road was swept clean, and the gray walls were scrubbed down, showing their original colors. The once-bustling road became organized with the citizens of Lou Zhemin standing off to the side as they waited with eagerness. Not far nor close was the sound of fireworks going off and drums being played. The louder the drums became, the more anticipation the citizen became.
In steady strides, hints of people dressed in bright reds came to view. Informing the onlookers that the bride was coming. She was coming.
"She's here!" Someone yelled.
"How beautiful!" Another one exclaimed, "She is going to be one lucky bride!"
"Are you kidding me? It's the husband who should feel lucky! Marrying a beautiful and virtuous lady."
"Right!" The whole crowd in unison agreed.
