Peng Aihong sighed deeply, sewing the sole of a shoe as she continued, "Back then, both Zhou Cheng and Zheng Yuanyuan were still in the military and hadn't left yet. My husband and I laid it out for them plainly: we'd give them the bike ticket and wardrobe ticket, and an additional 500 yuan for their wedding expenses. As parents, we did what we could. If they could get married, they'd get married; if not, then so be it. As for the sewing machine, wristwatch, radio, wool coat, dowry, and all that, they'd have to figure it out on their own."
"They must have objected, didn't they?" Feng Qingxue said without hesitation.