"Ah—" Tang Yuran suddenly threw off the quilt covering her, looked at the ceiling with a face full of despair, and wailed, "Why do you have to get up so early for a wedding!!!"
"It's tradition," Qin Yiyi said with an exasperated expression, "This has been the custom here from ancient times till now."
"But the ancients had no light, so they could only get up at dawn; by evening, it would be too late. But it's the twenty-first century now, why do we still have to get up at four in the morning? Tell me, which modern person can get up at four??" Tang Yuran grumbled while reluctantly climbing out of bed.
"Alright, stop complaining. After all, you're only getting married once in your life. You can put up with getting up early this one time." Seeing that she had gotten up, Qin Yiyi took out the wedding dress for the morning's bridal pickup from the wardrobe and said, "Come on, come and obediently put on the wedding dress."
