Dim yellow glazed lanterns were hung all over the road, and red gauze was dancing everywhere. She was wearing a bright red wedding dress, a phoenix crown, and a harem. She ran all the way. The beaded hairpin on her head fell off, and her ink-like black hair fell down. She didn't care about anything. She couldn't see anything. She could only hear the sound of her heart beating as she ran rapidly. Where was he? Where is he? She wanted to ask him: "Why don't you marry me?"...