The wedding date was set for the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
This date was selected by the old man after flipping through the Perpetual Calendar for a long time, determined to be an auspicious day.
Upon learning that she had four months until her wedding day with Shang Hexing, Wen Zhi felt an inexplicable nervousness, although she concealed it well, Shang Hexing easily noticed.
"Don't want it to be so soon?" he asked, pulling open the curtains as morning light streamed in.
He turned to look at her.
Wen Zhi sat on the edge of the bed, her short hair evenly falling over her shoulders, her lips a faint color, her complexion soft.
She looked at Shang Hexing and told the truth, "I want to marry you, but I didn't expect the wedding to come this quickly."
Shang Hexing's eyelids drooped slightly as he looked down to button his cuffs and walked over, "I'll discuss it again with Grandpa."