Erliang was somewhat excited, "Wife, what does the bride look like? Do they all wear the red veil? I've never seen one before!"
When Qinghe got married, they didn't go either because they were afraid that the Qiao family would feel unpleasant. If they caused a commotion and ruined Qinghe's wedding, Erliang naturally did not have the honor of seeing a bride even once.
Muniang laughed softly, "Yes, a red veil and a red wedding dress; it's so beautiful." As she spoke, there was a hint of envy in her heart. She never had a proper wedding herself, just somehow became someone's wife inexplicably, and no matter what, there was a sense of regret.
Erliang tilted his head and thought for a while before saying with a disappointed face, "What should I do? I can't remember what you looked like as a bride. You must have been the most beautiful when you were a bride."
