Aunt left, and not long after, the doorbell rang.
It was really not long because during that time, Song Youman had only picked out three pieces of clothing from the dressing room.
The doorbell rang urgently, but Song Youman was in no rush, steadying her lower back, she walked steadily to the door, and then peered through the peephole. Seeing it was a delivery, she thought it must be something she had ordered and opened the door.
It was a document parcel, and Song Youman couldn't remember buying anything so small that it could fit in a document envelope; filled with curiosity, she signed her name and then ripped open the paper package.
Inside was a red booklet, which she puzzled over before realizing it wasn't a booklet— it was a wedding invitation.
A wedding invitation... Whose wedding invitation?
Instinctively, Song Youman opened the booklet, and upon seeing the name on it, her face turned pale instantly.
