This one sentence struck Lin Fan, who was behind the door, like a thunderbolt, freezing him in place.
In his memory, when he had just started junior high, it was the wedding of his cousin and cousin-in-law. At that time, Chang Wanyun, in her early twenties, was definitely the prettiest girl in the area. On her wedding day, dressed in red bridal attire, her beautiful face as delicate as a goose egg, the swell of her chest quivered with each step, accentuated by her slender waist.
Her teeth were pearly white, her eyes large. Back then, he didn't understand the sayings "rosy lips and white teeth" or "graceful and enchanting." But he knew that in the nights that followed, when dreams left no trace, it was always Chang Wanyun who appeared. In fact, he could say that his first time, even if only in a dream, was given to her. And even though more than a decade had passed and wrinkles had appeared, her beautiful appearance remained the best among the village women.