The complex process was completed, and by twelve eighteen, the formal bowing ceremony began.
Mu Jiawen had been standing all morning, her legs numb, but she wanted to sit and rest as well as watch the ceremony.
Just then, Jiang Yan squeezed through from the other side and stood behind her, so she leaned back, resting her full weight against him.
At that moment, everyone's attention was primarily on the bride and groom, with only a few people paying special attention to her. Even those standing nearby who saw it merely envied in their hearts how great it was to be young.
But Ling Shuangshuang felt Mu Jiawen was rather casual. An eighteen or nineteen-year-old young lady leaning into a man's embrace in public... Was this how her mother taught her?
Her aunt had praised her for being sensible; where was her sensibility now?
