"Shuyao is the one who has been wronged the most, not me," Chu Anche said tenderly as he looked at Jian Shuyao, "A beautiful wedding was disrupted by these two women. I'm really sorry, Shuyao, that even your wedding couldn't be peaceful..."
Jian Shuyao shook her head, smiling softly as she spoke, "It's okay, even if they hadn't come today, they would have some other time. The sooner such matters are settled, the more at peace my mind becomes, so it doesn't really matter."
"You've been wronged, Shuyao," Chu Anche said, holding her cheeks gently, "Such things will never happen again."
"Yes," Jian Shuyao nodded firmly.
Soon, the entire hall was cleaned up, the traces of the scuffle completely erased.
The entire hall was once again decorated into a sea of flowers, with no sign whatsoever of the two women's earlier presence.
They had been but a farce, a joke, briefly existing for just a moment, hardly having any lasting impact.