I walked over her in distressed and hugged my mother. I arranged her hair. Everyone passed by us, toasting and laughing. They chatted with Richard, praising Afro's elegant temperament.
The rich ladies surrounded Luna, envious of her marrying a good husband and taking better care of herself.
In the intertwined banquet hall, my mother and I were like lonely fallen leaves, letting people wave away at will.
I couldn't bear to embarrass my mother, so I helped her to the room to rest. I saw that the master bedroom had been replaced with Luna's things.
The revealing lace nightgown, the head-to-head photos of her and her father filled the room. I held back my sadness and helped my mother into the guest room. Let her lie down and rest for a while.
She smiled at me and said, "Quinni is so good."
When I returned to the banquet hall, I found that Richard was gone. I turned around and suddenly heard a familiar voice in the shadows of the courtyard, "Richard, you openly brought Afro to the Lawrence Family banquet. Aren't you afraid that your wife be angry and turn against you?"
"Last time, Afro brought people to beat your wife. You are spoiling her too much."