No one likes to lose face. Given the chance, everyone would want to put on a show for their family.
Feng Aihua had his bicycle cleaned to the point of immaculate shine - it was virtually indistinguishable from a new one. Fearful that it might be stolen, he wheeled it into the new room overnight. Tied to its handlebars the next morning was a bright red flower; under the sunlight, it was a delightful sight to behold, drawing the attention of many curious onlookers.
Regretfully, even though they had already seen it before Feng Qingxue's wedding, they couldn't help but sneak additional glances.
Dressed in an old military uniform, Feng Aihua wore sturdy, three-sectioned leather shoes and a small red flower pinned to his chest. To Feng Qingxue, his open-mouthed happiness seemed somewhat foolish, but to everyone else, he seemed to be the epitome of health and good looks.
"Good for you, Aihua! You are the most handsome groom today!"
"Let's go greet the bride!"