I do not know how much time passed.
Yue Xiaofei's consciousness slowly awakened from a patch of chaos.
He forced his heavy eyelids open.
What entered his sight was a patch of glaring red.
Red bed curtains, red bedding, red dragon-and-phoenix celebratory candles...
The entire room had been arranged into a celebratory bridal chamber.
In the air, a faint, feminine body fragrance still lingered.
Where... am I?
Yue Xiaofei's head was still somewhat groggy.
He struggled, wanting to sit up from the bed.
Yet to his shock, he discovered that the clothes on his body had somehow been changed into a set of groom's ceremonial formalwear that was likewise brilliant red!
What... what was going on?!
He abruptly turned his head to look beside him.
He saw that on the other side of the bed, that peerless bride who ought to have been married to a paper figure, Su Meier, was wearing a layer of light, thin gauze and quietly lying by his side.
She also seemed to have just woken up, looking at him with a pair of watery, large eyes that were somewhat shy and somewhat delighted.
"Young master, you're awake?"
Her voice was soft, sweet, and pleasant, carrying a hint of a newlywed wife's coyness.
(...)
Yue Xiaofei's brain completely crashed.
He looked at Su Meier, then looked at the groom's attire on his own body, and then looked at this room that was obviously a bridal chamber.
An absurd and outrageous thought popped up from his mind.
Could it be...
He had replaced that paper figure and performed the wedding bows and married this woman?!
"What on earth is going on?!"
Yue Xiaofei sat up from the bed with a jolt, demanding in a deep voice, "Why am I here? Where is my dad?!"
"Young master,