The bride stood in front of the door.
A crowd of people stood behind the door.
Regarding each other, both were stunned.
Had the bride come alone?
Was this how a wedding was conducted?
Several old matrons hurriedly stepped forward to support the bride, busily asking, "Why has the bride come by herself? Where are her parents?"
The bride, with a red veil covering her face, was not clearly visible, but she simply nodded.
Her voice was clear and distant, "My parents are busy with business and couldn't come."
This was the time to worship heaven and earth, the time to bow to both sets of parents.
And yet they were not there?
One old woman immediately scolded, "What kind of people are these, who sends off their daughter like this? Is this how city people do it?"
Ye Shoutian was dazed for a long while before he finally snapped out of it.
The matter had come to this point, and the wedding was the priority.
