She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 171

The sixth day of the sixth lunar month, an auspicious day.

A perfect moment, a golden hour.

All things are favorable, no taboos to fear.

Yan had planned to sleep in, but she woke up even earlier than usual.

She turned her head and saw Xiao Bao beside her, eyes wide like copper bells.

“Sis, up yet?”

Yan’s lips curled slightly at the sight of her. “Up, I guess. How long did you sleep?”

Xiao Bao sat up in bed and shook her head. “Five or six hours? Enough. Everyone in the group’s already awake.”

Last night, Lin Anran’s arrival had stirred up some extra excitement, and now it was only six in the morning.

For most weddings, this hour would be cutting it close, a frenzy of last-minute preparations. But for Yan and Zhu Jue’s wedding, it was still early.

“Yan got up ages ago to make congee for you in the kitchen.”

Yan’s face brimmed with a radiant smile as she slipped into her robe and headed to freshen up. By the time she emerged with a face mask on, Mom, Father Yan, and Aunt Tan had already arrived with breakfast.

Tan Dabao sneaked in and out like a little spy, as if delivering intel.

“Eat up, sweetheart. Lunch won’t be for a while,” Father Yan said, pushing a cart over.

“Dad, I’ve got a mask on. I’ll eat slowly. This is way too much, though.” Yan sucked in her stomach slightly—no harm done, she could handle it.

“Whatever you don’t finish, someone’ll gladly take care of the leftovers,” Mom chimed in from the bedside.

“My brother loves scavenging leftovers the most,” Xiao Bao giggled, her own face mask in place. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Struggling through ten minutes with the mask on, Yan ate breakfast under everyone’s watchful eyes.

She glanced up. “Have you all eaten already? It’s weird having everyone stare at me while I eat.”

“Everyone’s been taking turns with breakfast,” Xiao Bao replied.

The midday banquet was handled by a professional team, while breakfast had been ordered from a local diner and two fast-food chains—a lavish spread.

The congee, simmered to silky perfection, and Father Yan’s signature salted scallion rolls, a childhood favorite, had Yan eating with relish.

After breakfast, she brushed her teeth again, and the crowd migrated to the dressing room—some changing, others prepping.

A team of makeup artists stood ready. Yan found herself lifting her eyelids one moment, lowering her gaze the next, stiffening in the chair as time slipped by unnoticed.

To avoid staining her dress during makeup, she was draped in a large cape.

“I feel like I’m at a hair salon,” she muttered.

As the bridesmaids’ makeup was finished one by one, the room grew livelier, and Yan felt a little self-conscious.

“What time is it?”

“Ten. Almost done,” the makeup artist answered.

“The ceremony starts at 10:58,” Xu Jiaojiao added, eyes sparkling.

“That was fast.” Yan felt like she’d done nothing but eat, get made up, and suddenly—it was time.

“Yan, nervous?” Yi Zhi teased.

Yan almost shook her head before remembering she couldn’t move. “I am not nervous,” she declared.

“Pfft—HAHAHAHA!”

“Not nervous~~~”

The room erupted in laughter.

“Slip of the tongue! Laugh all you want, but don’t ruin my makeup!” Yan’s eyes crinkled with amusement.

When her look was finally complete, the cape was removed, and the room filled with awed gasps.

“Stunning!”

“Yan’s the brightest star today.”

“Who is this goddess?”

Yan stood, and Madam Yu and the stylist adjusted her veil.

She smiled at everyone, the photographer capturing the moment perfectly.

With time to spare, the group launched into a photo frenzy.

Chu Bingbing in a soft pink floral gown, Yi Zhi in sleek white trousers, Gu Jiasui in an elegant cross-collar dress, Ding Ling in a lavender mini with red-ribboned braids—everyone took turns posing.

Then, a sudden shout cut through the merriment.

“It’s almost time!”

“Watch your feet!”

“How is it time already?!”

“Quick, quick, quick—!”

Amid the chaotic joy, at exactly 10:58, Yan stepped out of the corridor, beaming, one hand in Father Yan’s, the other in Mom’s.

On the other side, Zhu Jue walked arm in arm with his parents.

Across the sprawling courtyard, the two processions converged from east and west, the couple moving toward each other.

The walk felt both endless and over in a blink.

Someone even video-called to direct, “Slow the groom down! Timing, timing!”

“Looks like he can’t wait another second.”

“Make him wait!”

The crowd reveled in the playful tension.

At 11:06, after over twelve hours apart, the two stood together, flanked by their parents.

In this moment, their eyes held only each other.

There was no outdated ritual of a father “giving away” the bride.

The bride belonged to no one but herself.

Today was about two people stepping from their parents’ embrace, hand in hand, to build a new life together.

Yan and Jue interlaced their fingers, joy radiating.

She wore a lace-qipao wedding gown designed by Granny Huang—a high collar with delicate sheer fabric at the collarbone, a flowing fishtail skirt layered with tulle, elegant yet modern.

A small hat with a short white veil crowned her wavy black hair, adding youthful charm.

The striking qipao’s red gem-button dazzled, its fiery hue complementing the pearl necklace—yet neither outshone Yan’s glowing beauty.

Jue, in a tailored three-piece suit, cut a striking figure—broad-shouldered, long-legged, his tie’s pattern matching the lace on Yan’s sleeves.

His sharp features softened as his gaze locked onto the love of his life.

“Jue, let’s go,” Yan murmured, lips curving.

At 11:08, they entered the courtyard where a hundred seats waited, now packed.

Taking the mic from Tan Dabao and Xiao Bao, they faced the crowd—every important person in Yan’s twenty-two years.

The sea of faces blurred slightly as she scanned them.

“To all our dear friends and family, welcome to our wedding,” she began, voice warm.

“This day, two years in the making with your help, is something we’re endlessly grateful for.” Hand in hand, their eyes touched every guest.

“No prepared speech, so this might sound like an award show,” Zhu Jue joked.

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

“Yesterday, friends asked what I envisioned for this wedding,” Yan said softly.

“I had no grand vision.” She looked at Jue, eyes shining.

“We’ve been together since birth. Twenty-two years without missing a beat in each other’s lives. Before, it was only you. From now on, it’ll always be you.”

“That’s all I wanted.”

"Woo-hoo—" The young crowd below erupted into wild cheers.

From his face down to his neck, Zhu Jue's skin flushed a deep shade of pink, his ears burning scarlet.

The heat from their clasped hands was overwhelming, searing through them as if threatening to set their entire bodies ablaze.

Zhu Jue’s grip on the microphone trembled slightly.

"My emotions right now… I don’t even know how to put them into words."

"Every single moment since I became an adult, I’ve been longing for this day."

"Madam Zhu named me Zhu Jue."

"Often, I’ve wondered—compared to my friends, how could I ever be the protagonist?"

"But this minute, this second—"

"From now on, I’ve been chosen by my heroine."

"To weave our future together—the one and only story that belongs to us."

Zhu Jue turned slightly, bowing his head, while Yan tilted hers up to meet his gaze. They pulled each other into a tight embrace.

The dazzling lights from below shimmered, and the radiant sunlight bathed them in a golden glow, as if gilding the moment.

"Today, we’re honored to be the leading couple in everyone’s eyes," Yan said as they finally parted, still hand in hand with Zhu Jue as they stepped down.

"Life takes different paths for everyone."

"No ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‍matter what, please—live your life to the fullest."

"Be the protagonist of your own story!"

"We’re married now—eat, drink, and celebrate to your heart’s content!"

"Happy wedding!!!"

"Yesss!!!"