Jiang Feng struggled to get up from the ground.
This place looked like a storeroom, probably the backstage of a theater, with dresses and suits, desk lamps, telephones, racks, oil paintings, and other old or broken props piled together.
Jiang Huiqin was holding a plumply wrapped and tightly secured cloth bundle in her arms.
"Huiqin, I really don't understand what you dislike about that wedding dress. I was trying to surprise you, but you've really let me down!"
"I dislike everything about it, we're taking wedding photos, it's pictures of me getting married. What to wear should be my own choice!"
"You mean to wear that red jacket-like wedding dress of yours? To make our wedding look feudal, ignorant, and laughable?" Li Mingyi raised his voice, "Me in a suit and you with the phoenix crown, don't you find it absurd? Huiqin, we both have been educated in the new ways, how can you be as old-fashioned as those old pedants?"