There was no Xi Niang in the yard, no guests, no parents, no tables full of banquets and hustle and bustle. There was only a little boy standing in front of the dilapidated wooden door, staring blankly at the word "happy" that had been pasted upside down on the door.
He slowly turned his head and saw the bride who had just stepped out of the sedan.
Her hand was still in the groom's big rough hand, and her whole body was wrapped in a wide and thick red robe. The red hijab hung down smoothly, covering her entire face.
A gust of wind blew over, and a small corner of the hijab lifted slightly.
The boy then saw her lips, which were bright red, evoking a strange smile in the quiet night.
However, people say that she is a faceless woman.
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