He lowered his head and saw a flash of red, the crimson garment catching his eye. This brilliant red attire was an ancient wedding dress.,He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home.",Xiao Quan had already silently sworn in his heart that he would definitely make a name for himself and achieve great things!。