Yelloton was a third-tier city located in the northwest region.

It was an ancient city with its back facing a vast expanse of sky. The city lacked in everything except for yellow sand, thus how it got its name. The “yello” in Yelloton was taken from the word ‘yellow’.

At twelve noon, Adrian and Mya arrived at Yelloton’s main street in their car. Both sides of the bustling street were filled with a joyous, festive mood. Several cars headed by a wedding car drove past. It was a grand sight to behold.

Judging by the situation, someone was getting married.

Mya tilted her head to the side and sized up the passing wedding fleet as she drove. She saw the bride who was sitting in the wedding car through the car’s window and she started feeling emotional. She said in a flirtatious tone, “Sir, that woman looks so happy. She’s going to marry her lover soon. Oh, I’m so jealous.”

Adrian darted a look at Mya. “Are you troubled about your own marriage?”

“Very. How can I not be?” Mya answered, “