Zhou Yanshen straightened his knees and slowed down his pace to approach the marriage tree, looking for branches with less red silk.
As they looked around, Lin Jiao placed her legs on Pei Zhi's shoulder and pointed to the right. "There's less red silk over there."
Jiang Ye and Chu Yuzhou followed him.
The women sitting on their shoulders reached out to tie the red silk on the branch and listened to the faint sound of wooden tablets colliding.
Sunlight poured through the leaves on the ground like starlights.
"My feet are numb." Pei Yilan felt a numbness like an ant biting her and frowned slightly.
Jiang Ye immediately squatted down. "Come down first."
When the softness on his shoulder disappeared, he carried her to sit on the stone bench and massaged her feet gently.
When Shen Yi and Qu Shao, who came from the front yard, saw her frowning in pain, they asked with concern, "Did you sprain your ankle?"
