She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 172

"Ahhh—I forgot the bouquet!"

"The ceremony's over, just let it be!"

A wedding isn’t complete without a little chaos. The brief, unconventional ceremony—where neither the bride nor groom gave speeches, and there wasn’t even an emcee—wrapped up by 12:20 PM. It was still a bit early for the luncheon.

Guests who had just arrived and weren’t staying for photoshoots had already risen from their seats, pulling others into snapshots. The atmosphere was lively with laughter and chatter, while the older generation was gradually ushered into separate banquet rooms nearby.

At 11:58 AM, the feast officially began.

To prevent any mishaps, Yan had grouped all the "high-profile" attendees at her wedding together. Ten people from both sides’ dormitories, plus An'an, Little An An, Lin Lu, Xu Jiaojiao, Lu Chen, Zheng Yi, and Ka Ka, were seated at one massive table in a private room—just enough space.

Meanwhile, friends from middle and high school were split across other tables, while Da Bao and Xiao Bao helped entertain relatives and elders from their childhood neighborhoods.

After the final pre-luncheon photos, Yan shed the sheer overskirt around her waist, instantly feeling lighter in her figure-hugging qipao-style fishtail dress—perfect for toasting.

Of course, actual alcohol was out of the question.

As Yan and Zhu Jue made their rounds with glasses of lemon tea, the guests were already digging into the feast.

"Whew—I can’t believe it. The wedding’s just… over? So simple," Chu Bingbing remarked.

It had still been busy, but skipping so many traditional rituals left everyone feeling like, "That’s it? Just like that?"

"A love that stands the test of time doesn’t need elaborate ceremonies to prove itself," Yuan Ye said.

"For them, this was probably more about experiencing a modern-era tradition," Ding Ling mused.

Given Yan and Zhu Jue’s identities, simplicity suited them best.

Yi Zhi’s ears perked up, sensing she’d overheard something she shouldn’t have.

Ye Ping'an nodded. "Ding Ling’s right."

For this couple, who’d crossed vast stretches of time from the interstellar age to be here, today’s wedding was likely just a nostalgic throwback.

As for the omitted modern wedding customs? To Yan and Zhu Jue, those were probably relics from the pre-galactic-expansion feudal era!

Gu Jiasui and Xiao Qingnang exchanged a smile. They had no way of knowing where or how the couple had celebrated their union before, or who had attended.

But for today, for the friendships forged now, a toast was in order.

"Then let’s raise our glasses to this radiant pair!"

He Xing lifted her fruit tea, lost in thought.

Her juniors’ words were laced with hints of something more.

Ever since she learned the couple shared the exact same birthdate and time, she’d known—they must be partners who’d completed a quick-transmigration journey together.

Lu Chen also raised his glass, smiling faintly at the crowd.

The friends of this powerhouse couple were anything but ordinary.

The "premium client" alerts from his shop were off the charts! He gave Zheng Yi and Ding Ling a respectful nod.

Beside him, Xu Jiaojiao’s eyes gleamed as she motioned for him to lean in. When he did, she whispered,

"Stop showing off."

Lu Chen didn’t dare glare at her—he just wanted to maintain a little dignity, okay?

Client relations were a long game; a touch of mystique never hurt.

Meanwhile, Ka Ka was busy photographing the dishes as the wedding’s part-time vlogger, while Chu Shen eyed the spread, mentally scoring each dish.

Scratching his head at his friends’ conversation, he said, "Why do I feel like you’re talking about something I don’t know?"

"Like what?" Yi Zhi replied.

"Nothing," Lin Fan denied.

"Chu Shen, your brain’s too busy judging food to function," Yuan Ye teased.

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"Eat up, dig in!"

"You’re definitely hiding something from me. Just like at the Forbidden City that time," Chu Shen pressed.

"Shut up! Can we not bring up the Forbidden City?!" Yuan Ye snapped, flustered.

"Both of you, behave," Yi Zhi cut in.

Under her gaze, the two straightened up instantly.

"What could we possibly hide? It’s not like they have secret identities or something," she joked.

The room’s air froze for a split second—before glasses clinked and chatter resumed.

"What if I told you they’re time-travelers from the stars? Believe that, Chu Shen?" Ye Ping'an challenged, arms crossed.

"Interstellar travel’s less believable than ancient-era transmigration, Ping'an," Xiao Qingnang countered.

"Why not post-apocalyptic survivors, then?" Yi Zhi added.

"I vote parallel universes," Lin Anran said.

"Hold on, why’s it always ‘transmigration’?" Yuan Ye interjected.

"What about reincarnation with unlocked memories?"

Xu Jiaojiao shot him a look, while Ding Ling rubbed her chin.

"A mighty being reincarnated, their sealed memories now restored—"

"Wait!"

"Ever heard of quick-transmigration novels? All of the above apply," He Xing deadpanned.

Chu Bingbing meekly raised a hand. "My imagination’s no match for yours."

"Technically, dimensional hopping fits too," Lu Chen murmured.

Zheng Yi was deep in thought when the girl who’d been photographing suddenly exclaimed:

"Putting it all together—"

"Everything you’ve said boils down to one concept."

"Time travelers."

"Since when did this turn into sci-fi?!"

"How did we even get here?! What are we even discussing?!" Chu Shen’s brain was officially fried.

Yan and Zhu Jue walked in with lemon teas, blinking at the room’s golden, almost radiant atmosphere.

"What’s going on? We’re exhausted—time to eat," they said, settling into their reserved seats with Da Bao and Xiao Bao.

"They’re debating the myriad possibilities of your origins," Officer Zheng Yi reported honestly.

"Huh?" Yan looked up.

"Come again?" Zhu Jue asked.

Hermit masters, ancient/interstellar/post-apocalyptic transmigrants, reincarnated legends, dimensional travelers, quick-transmigration returnees, chrononauts…

After the onslaught of theories, Yan and Zhu Jue were speechless.

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"We’re nothing special," Zhu Jue said.

"Just ordinary people," Yan insisted.

"Sure, sure."

"Uh-huh."

Their friends’ responses dripped with sarcasm.

"Godmom, goddad—mm, I know!" Little An An piped up from her high chair.

"What do you know, An An?" Yan asked gently.

"Romance novel protagonists," the little girl declared in her sweet voice.

"Then let’s all be the protagonists of our own stories."

"Cheers!"

This is the world of romance novel protagonists.

Every life has its own leading role.

May everyone become the hero of their own story.

[End.]