Si Yaya's bedroom was even more vibrant, with red curtains, a red bed, and a red dowry. Wherever she looked, it was bright red. So when Si Yaya was sleeping, her dream was full of red.
On the night before the wedding, everything was ready. Si Yaya was lying in bed, preparing to sleep a beautiful beauty sleep, waiting for tomorrow's wedding in her best condition.
"Yaya." Ye Qingxia pushed the door open and went in. She had been holding Ming Zhu in her hands for more than ten years, and now she was going to get married. Ye Qingxia was happy, but most of the time, she was unwilling to part with her daughter. After the departure of Si Yaya, the Scholar's Mansion became much quieter. Without the laughter in the courtyard, it always made people feel that there was no smoke.
"Mom, you haven't
