Soon, a photo came through in the group chat.
A pristine white wedding dress, with a patch of red and purple staining the chest area—it looked like blood at first glance.
The group was abuzz with everyone suggesting solutions.
"Why don't we have the designer add a patch of fabric over the chest?"
"Adding fabric would look so ugly, better to go for express dry cleaning."
"Dry cleaning might not remove the stain."
"Oh no, what to do? How about buying a new wedding dress on the spur of the moment?"
"Look at the time now, forget about the stores not being open, I doubt we could even get hold of anyone on the phone."
Jiang Man glanced at the time on her cellphone.
Indeed, it was only a little past four in the morning.
Seeing everyone chatting noisily without coming to a solution, she couldn't sit still any longer.
She simply got up and went to the restroom to wash her face.
"Sister Man?" Wu Yingfan yawned as he waited at the front door.
