The sedan suddenly swayed and stopped.
Yun Chuoshuang swallowed the last bit of dried meat, savoring the salty aroma on her tongue, and slightly suppressed the burning sensation in her stomach.
After three days of jolting, she could only rely on the little food hidden in the wedding dress to hold her breath. If she didn't land, she was really afraid that she would be the first bride to starve to death in the sedan chair.
The vision under the red hijab was dim, with only some blurry light and shadow coming through the hem of the skirt.
It was very noisy outside, the sound of the suona was as sharp as if it was about to tear someone's eardrums, mixed with chaotic footsteps and faint laughter.
