Hou Tingfu thought she had mastered the art of walking in high heels, wearing them every day, but tonight she was defeated by the beautiful yet uncomfortable wedding shoes.
She held her wedding shoes, standing at the foot of the barracks building.
Yan Nanxun lived in an officer's quarters, single-room and single-occupant. As she stood there, a constant stream of officers glanced down at her from the passageway of the dormitory.
It wasn't that they hadn't invited Hou Tingfu to come inside the building to take shelter from the wind, but rather the base had its rules, and non-related persons couldn't approach the barracks at will.
They had also tried to persuade Hou Tingfu to wait somewhere more sheltered from the wind, but she stubbornly remained at the foot of the barracks, refusing to budge.
Today, her appearance in a snow-white wedding gown outside the gates of the Jinling Military Region had caused quite a stir.