Yue Jiannan arrived a few days before the wedding, carrying the customary gifts of four types of delicacies and tobacco and liquor.
Out of gratitude for "saving a life," Lin Pengyi was much warmer this time.
But there was an obvious sense of helplessness in his demeanor, as though everything was settled and it was too late to turn back.
"She's my only daughter, and I'm entrusting her to you now," Lin Pengyi said, quite drunk.
Miao Cui watched on the side, constantly worried her husband would blurt out something inappropriate in his drunken state.
Just a couple of nights before, she had seen the normally imposing Director Lin secretly crying into the corner of the quilt.
When caught, he insisted the tears were from being too tired, endlessly questioning her.
"How did our little girl grow up so fast to get married? How did the days fly by like this?" he asked.
Fortunately, Lin Pengyi kept his composure today and only held Yue Jiannan's hand, seeking a promise.
