She should have been at Workers' Stadium watching the match, shouting her lungs out to cheer on the national team.
But when she opened her eyes, how had she ended up in a place like this?
She looked up and saw dragons and phoenixes carved across the sedan chair's roof. The air reeked of cheap face powder, making her want to sneeze.
Peering through a gap in the curtains, she could just make out people moving about outside. The suona horns and firecrackers were deafening, like eight hundred ducks all quacking at once.
Wait, a bridal sedan?
Lin Zhaozhao was a proper modern-day girl and die-hard soccer fan. Had she really transmigrated?!
