Pan Nan, unlike Zhen En, wasn't given to tearful sadness; after offering her well wishes, she immediately set about deftly helping Xia Mo into her wedding gown. Zhen En quickly touched up her tear-smudged makeup and joined in to prepare the bride’s look.
Ou Chen had originally designated a famous bridal makeup and styling artist, but Yin Xia Mo insisted that Zhen En alone was sufficient.
The morning sun was transparent as crystal.
Yin Xia Mo sat quietly before the dressing table mirror in the bedroom. The pure white wedding dress now draped her frame; the fine silk gauze and brocade caught the sunlight, radiating a soft luminescence, as if she existed within a sacred and exquisitely beautiful dream.
Pan Nan gently combed through her long hair while Zhen En delicately applied foundation and blush to her face. Pan Nan selected the most comfortable pair from the stacks of high heels Ou Chen had purchased for her, and Zhen En loosely pinned up her hair, inserting a string of tiny, budding jasmine blossoms into her dark locks, allowing a few wisps of softly curled hair to trail down, romantic and fresh.
In tranquility, Yin Xia Mo sat before the dressing table mirror in the bedroom.
The sunlight caressed her fair skin.
Amber-colored irises.
Lips like rose petals.
A delicately sculpted chin.
A graceful, long neck.
Shoulders as ivory-white and slender as one could imagine.
The sunlight flowed slowly and softly…
“So beautiful…”
Zhen En murmured in awe, standing back.
Standing in the center of the living room, Xia Mo in her wedding dress was as sacred and radiant as a goddess descended from heavenly legends, an aura that made Zhen En’s own eyes swim slightly with dazzlement.
Pan Nan also gazed at Xia Mo, lost in thought.
She didn't know why Xia Mo had suddenly decided to marry Ou Chen, nor what had transpired between Xia Mo and Luo Xi. She had once asked Xia Mo, who, after a long silence, had simply told her it was her choice.
Though disappointed that Xia Mo and Luo Xi hadn't ended up together, and though she had once hoped they might mend what was broken, Xia Mo remained her friend, and Pan Nan would respect and support any decision her friend made.
Yin Cheng smiled watching his elder sister, but suddenly his eyes welled up. He lowered his gaze, picked up the bridal bouquet, and walked slowly over, placing the cluster of flowers into Xia Mo's arms.
“Sister, I wish you happiness.”
In the morning light, he smiled softly and gently embraced his sister’s shoulder, sending all his blessings her way.
The white, extended-wheelbase luxury Rolls-Royce sedan was parked downstairs.
A garland of beautiful pink roses.
A driver in a white uniform with golden buttons stood quietly by the car.
Ou Corporation’s public relations department, tasked with arranging the wedding, had prepared a grand motorcade to fetch her, but Yin Xia Mo refused. She told Ou Chen she didn’t want any excessive fanfare, just a quiet journey to the wedding hall.
Ou Chen gazed at her for a moment and acquiesced.
The white, extended Rolls-Royce sedan moved slowly through the morning sun.
The sunlight was bright and piercing.
But the wind was strong.
The gale violently thrashed the trees lining the road, their leaves rustling with a loud clamor. Light and shadow were brutally fractured between the foliage, flickering in and out through the car windows, like an incessantly shifting black-and-white projection.
The interior of the car was remarkably spacious. Pan Nan and Zhen En sat on one bench, facing Yin Cheng and Yin Xia Mo across from them. Yin Xia Mo held the bouquet of lilies and daisies close, a faint smile still lingering on her lips—a smile that was calm and distant.
The atmosphere inside the car was vibrant. Zhen En chatted happily, asking Xiao Cheng if he was nervous about stepping into his father’s role to escort Xia Mo to Ou Chen, inquiring where Xia Mo and Ou Chen planned to honeymoon, and demanding that Xia Mo remember to toss the bouquet to her after the ceremony… Bubble Summer III