As twilight painted the sky in shades of deep purple and gold, the Mo family estate came alive with the warm glow of paper lanterns. The dining hall, a spacious room with lacquered wooden beams and silk wall hangings, had been prepared for a celebratory feast. The long mahogany table was laden with an array of dishes—steamed fish with ginger and scallions, braised pork belly glistening with honey glaze, delicate lotus root soup, and fragrant jasmine rice arranged in painted ceramic bowls.
Mo Yuxin sat beside Su Yubing, their hands occasionally brushing as they reached for their chopsticks. The soft candlelight flickered across their faces, casting dancing shadows that seemed to celebrate their newfound openness about their relationship.
Little Feng Feng had changed into a bright yellow silk dress and sat chattering excitedly about the wedding plans she was already dreaming up. "Sister Yubing, will you wear red or gold? And can we have dragon dancers? Oh, and—"
