On the day of the wedding, Xia Qingtian wore the phoenix crown and wedding robe that Bo Jingyan had prepared for her; she was so beautiful that it seemed as if all the color in the world had faded in comparison.
She had just finished doing her makeup and hadn't had a chance to look at herself properly in the mirror when she heard the wedding planner, appointed by the event company, call out the auspicious time. Suddenly, a red bridal veil was placed over her head, making her feel as though she had plunged into a sea of red.
Her vision obstructed, she instinctively tried to pull off the red cloth on her head.
But before her hand could even touch it, it was firmly pressed down, "Once the red bridal veil is on, the bride must not lift it herself. It must wait for the groom to do so; otherwise, it's bad luck."
Xia Qingtian might not have eaten pork before, but had she not seen pigs run?
It seemed like there was indeed such a custom in traditional Chinese weddings.