At four o'clock in the morning, Aunt Xiong got up to meet the employed cook. Four tables of wine were all for the wedding.

She took out a red skirt, which was not old and well preserved, but had a strong smell of camphor balls.

"Put on, don't look like a bitter melon face today, after today you are our daughter-in-law of the Bear family."

Ding Yiyi looked up at the sky. She hadn't slept all night. The wound on her wrist didn't hurt very much. She thought maybe those drugs had also worked, paralyzing her pain nerve.

A dress fell on her and Aunt Xiong said, "If I don't...