Wedding
Navigating the temple confused Yanyu. Long red corridors with golden doors. Yanyu felt out of place with her tattered clothes, she didn't know what sort of wedding it would be, but it would be perfect because she's marrying Chang-Hoon. She stopped at the marble staircase. "Where are we suppose to be going?"
Chang-Hoon shrugged his shoulders, leaning into a sign. "I'm not sure. You'd think there'd be a lift here with all these floors."
"The priest said top floor," Fan said.
Yanyu seethed. "We really have to go all the way to the top floor?" She cradled her sickle like a bouquet. A deep sigh escaped her lips. "I guess we'll have to do it." She squeezed Chang-Hoon's hands. "This might be the last night we spend together."
Chang-Hoon choked on his words. "We'll always be together...somehow."