The afternoon sun had already begun lowering slowly by the time the Fu household finally settled into a calmer rhythm again.
Most of the wedding preparations were nearly complete. Red lanterns hung across the courtyard entrance, fresh cloth had been tied neatly along the wooden beams, and even the usually plain walls looked warmer beneath the decorations prepared for the evening celebration.
Voices drifted through the courtyard constantly.
Madame Fu and Bai Ming were still inside checking the wedding dress carefully while Grandmother Fu kept giving unnecessary opinions every few moments. Fu Tong had been dragged away once again by Han Fuji to help arrange the remaining tables, though from the loud complaints echoing outside, it sounded more like arguing than helping.
Meanwhile, I remained seated beneath the covered side of the courtyard while checking several lists related to the farm.
But my attention was not fully on the papers.
