September in Longcheng is as sultry as a giant steamer.
There was no air conditioning in the Shen family's side hall, and the air was filled with the smell of old mothballs.
Shen Li lowered his head and looked at the yellowing lace wedding dress on his body. The fabric under the armpits was so tight that it was obviously an old model from a few years ago, and it might even be leftovers worn by someone.
There is a slight itching sensation on the skin, probably due to improper storage and the breeding of mites.
This is the wedding dress prepared by the Shen family for this "second young lady brought back from the countryside".
I want you to marry me, but I don't want to spend any money.
