The joy is overwhelming.
When Xiao Yandu opened his eyes, a corner of his red hijab was lifted by the wind. He was sitting on a tall horse, with a silk flower as big as a bowl tied to his chest, and the gongs, drums and suona were so noisy that his head hurt. I... Am not dead? "
The memory still lingers on the last moment when his heart was devoured by all kinds of poison, but now he is wearing wedding clothes and becomes the groom. This was the day he entered the Lin family three hundred years ago!
