She didn't need to lift a foot herself.
With a mere thought in her heart, the silk threads, or what could be called her current "script" and "Fate," controlled her to elegantly step into the flower palanquin.
At the last moment, she even glanced at her companions who had just been extremely eager to avoid her.
Sure enough, she saw unmistakable envy hidden within their stunned faces.
The wedding procession set off once more, playing music and marching magnificently onward.
Rustle rustle rustle...
Whether they were in the front row or the back, whether they saw this moment or not, it seemed as if the entire town's residents were clapping together.
They celebrated that the "Fate Lots Drawing" ceremony had brought them a new companion.
The old temple official continued to gently persuade those who were left:
"Many people think highly of themselves, believing that as long as they make an effort in this vast world, they will certainly accomplish something."
