"The groom enters the hall. First bow!"
He did not know how he had made it through the final stretch of the road.
Ji Li only remembered those inverted worlds. From the dim Red Moon, he had arrived upon prayer mats covered in candlelight. The Double Happiness character split in two, its red painfully dazzling.
The vaguely visible master of ceremonies and guests—who knew whether they were still those paper figures? They did not even have shadows, only faintly revealing traces of themselves in the corners.
The Grand Tutor Chair set high above stood empty. As for that memorial tablet, under the light of the dragon-and-phoenix candles, its inscription could no longer be seen, nor could the name upon it be made out.
His heart suddenly raced, and his head began to ache terribly.
Ji Li could not even tell whether he was still wearing that Wedding Garment. In his haze, he only saw the hem of clothing beside him fluttering, lightly entwining one loose strand of his hair.
He lowered his head and followed the guidance. This time, he did so willingly.
He silently turned around. His gaze could not shift toward the wedding dress beside him. Something blocked his vision, forcing it to follow a predetermined angle.
Beyond the wedding hall, heaven was deaf and earth was mute, a chaos of confusion.
Separated by a single door, they seemed like two different worlds.
Beneath Ji Li's feet lay tranquil silence, filled with all manner of inexplicable weirdness, yet everything operated methodically under its rules.
Before Ji Li was an overturned paint box—red, black, gray, blue-green... every color churned heaven and earth.
Every face was so savage and terrifying. Those ghosts twisted themselves madly, desperately trying to stop the unfurling scroll and resist the changes in the Li Residence.