Su Qingluan sat there, not daring to move, but the pain in her ischial spine grew worse and worse. When the veil was finally lifted, she was given raw dumplings and a wedding wine.
Different places and eras had their own unique ways of drinking the wedding wine. The one Su Qingluan encountered was different from the later "cup-for-cup" drinking utensils used in the ceremony. Instead, the gourd was cut in half, with some wine in each. However, the gesture was very similar to that of later times: the right hand passed through the other person's arm, and then half the gourd of wine was passed into one's own mouth.
Because of this posture, Su Qingluan and Mu Xingzhi's faces were closer than ever before, so close that the slightest breath of the other person could touch each other's face, so close that even the tiny pores on the other person's face could...
kindness?
Su Qingluan didn't feel shy at all, so she stared at Mu Xingzhi from beginning to end, and he continued to look at her with a smile. But gradually, Su Qingluan noticed that something was wrong with Mu Xingzhi's face.
When they were at a distance, she only thought that the other person was pale and haggard, but from such a close distance, Mu Xingzhi's face...
Although she felt a little uncomfortable, she couldn't say anything because there were a lot of people present, so she quickly drank the wedding wine.
Because this action required the upper body to move forward, Su Qingluan finally took the opportunity to slightly avoid the lotus seed that had been tormenting her.
When everyone filed out and only she and Mu Xingzhi were left, Su Qingluan finally relaxed and breathed a long sigh of relief.
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