He Teng, the deputy regimental commander who refused to hold hands in the county town, now clung tightly as if his bride would fly away if he didn't.
It was a traditional Chinese wedding, and He Zhilan did not invite any host, just asked Liang Jing's grandparents to act as the officiators and witnesses.
There were no special additions; only the part where the bride covers her head with a veil was omitted. Otherwise, it was the same as He Zhilan's first wedding: bowing to heaven and earth, bowing to the parents, and the couple bowing to each other.
Walking through the same process, but everyone's emotions were different.
Outside the banquet hall, the two elderly people happened to pass by, standing near the entrance, they immediately saw the newlyweds bowing deeply inside.
