Artisan Cassandra, the bearer of the Hammer of the Source Material, leaning on her cane, said, "Diao is a very traditional girl. Since she has never had the chance to hold a wedding, without any ceremony, there are no Spirits… uh, I remember there are supposed to be many Spirits offering congratulations, right?"
Diao nodded gently. "If the Ten Thousand Spirits are willing to bless us…"
Before she finished speaking, she was already lifting her head in surprise, because Li Ang had taken her hand ahead of her words.
A burst of teasing and cheering exploded around them.
They drank hard, shouted loud, letting the emotions at the bottom of their hearts flow out with their cries, turning into tear-streaks on their faces.
Life and future no longer followed any pattern; life and death were capricious, the future without light. In such a moment, people had only one another—especially with those they loved most, every single second was immeasurably precious.
