Suguan stopped, and the figure was silent and fragile and painful:

"It's all right, I can go up by myself."

Aunt Bai and Aunt Zhang could only watch her delicate figure go upstairs and disappear.

...

Go back to the house, close the door, and Suguan stands in front of the mirror.

A bright and shining wedding dress, at the moment, is such a satire.

She grabbed her head veil, took off her wedding dress one by one, and changed into clothes she wore at home. She could see tears rushing out of her eyes, running unscrupulously, crying, and lying on the carpet, leaning against the wall.

He didn't come...