She suddenly realized that Chen Yuan had truly grown up. His shoulders were much broader than before, no longer possessing the immaturity of a boy.
One hundred and twenty-eight ceremonial cannon shots boomed from the Empress Hotel, their reports echoing through the sky. Clouds of colorful smoke billowed above the hotel, and the sound carried across all of Kyoto. Swallows gathered in the air while people on the streets below stopped in their tracks, watching in amazement.
The door of the lead wedding car was opened for Chen Yuan. Its hood was covered in countless vibrant roses. He ducked his head and settled into the back seat.
BANG—
BANG BANG—
Confetti cannons burst in an instant, and a sky full of flower petals rained down.
The car slowly began to move.
...
Meanwhile, in another part of the hotel, Jiangg Ning and Jiangg Yao sat on opposite corners of a spacious bed, already dressed in their gowns.
The bridesmaids, having also changed into their dresses, kept them company.
