That day, there were lanterns all over the city, thousands of festoons, the sky was the bluest, and the peach trees all over the city were in bloom. The procession to welcome the bride was majestic, and the music was playing melodiously. A pair of copper bells hung on the sedan chair shook with each step, and the music The sound was just right. The young master parked in the carriage on the street was dressed in white and had a picturesque face. It must be the most beautiful sight Fang Qingluo had ever seen. It was so beautiful that every time he thought about it for the rest of his life, his heart would twist like a knife and he would feel suffocated in pain.••••••••••