A vague sense of unease and guilt kept ZhenEn from meeting XiaMo’s gaze; she only chattered and laughed, gesturing animatedly with her hands. She dared not let herself pause, dared not let even a hint of stagnation creep into the car’s atmosphere. XiaMo would be happy; everyone would be happy. Everything would turn out alright—it had to, it absolutely had to be this way!
The stretched Rolls-Royce braked suddenly!
The four occupants in the vehicle were jolted slightly, then heard the driver lay on the horn, followed shortly by another blast, seemingly demanding the vehicle ahead clear the way.
ZhenEn turned her head doubtfully. Through the windscreen, she spotted a car blocking the road in the distance, and a familiar figure beside it! Her mouth dropped open in shock, then she spun back toward XiaMo, a tremor running through her.
“He really came…”
Staring fixedly at the person blocking the road ahead, PanNan couldn't articulate the swirl of emotions in her heart. Last night, unable to shake her worry for LuoXi, she had finally called him. When he answered, his low, weak voice had seized her with sudden dread, as if his life were quicksand, rapidly draining away with the approach of XiaMo’s wedding day!
And so, driven by a sudden, irresistible impulse, she had revealed the secluded route XiaMo was taking to the church. It was the last chance, wasn't it? The final opportunity for those two…
The wind thrashed the trees violently.
Bright, blinding sunlight.
Golden leaves, a silent road, and a white BMW blocking the path, with LuoXi leaning quietly against it. He looked as if he had been there for a long, long time; crystalline morning dew still glittered on his jet-black hair.
The shifting shadows cast by the leaves made the world inside the car flicker between light and dark.
Blooming lilies lay quietly in Yin XiaMo’s arms, yet her face was paler than their petals, drained of color. She gazed at the man in the distance as if separated by a thousand mountains and rivers. She sat rigidly, her fingers involuntarily making the silk gauze surrounding the bouquet rustle softly.
St. Peter’s Cathedral was vast and silent.
Sunlight streamed through the immense stained-glass windows, depicting various scenes that felt like sacred rays descending from heaven. The vaulted ceiling above was adorned with magnificent, colorful frescoes. The wedding guests had yet to enter from outside; only OuChen stood alone within the empty nave.
He was dressed in a sharp, black tuxedo.
Lost in thought.
After a long pause, OuChen slowly turned, his intense gaze sweeping over the rows of vacant seats toward the main entrance. A wave of scorching heat rose in his chest. Today, she would walk toward him from that entrance, draped in snow-white
bridal lace. From this day forward, her name would be joined with his; she would become his wife.
Never to be separated.
Inside the car, PanNan sighed quietly. She only hoped XiaMo truly knew what her heart desired. ZhenEn, meanwhile, carried a faint shadow of panic; her eyes flickered from XiaMo to YinCheng, watching YinCheng’s face—pale and frail despite the excitement of the wedding—and her own heart clenched painfully.
“Jie…”
YinCheng stared blankly at her sister, unsure if LuoXi’s sudden appearance would disrupt her wedding.
The leaves shook violently. A glaring shard of sunlight pierced the car window, shining directly into Yin XiaMo’s eyes. She remained silent, slowly lowering her long eyelashes, which cast two dark crescent shadows upon her alabaster face.
The fully bloomed lilies and daisies rested on the car seat.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she clasped her hands together. After a long moment, as if finally resolving herself, she gently extended her right hand and opened the car door. Foam of Summer III
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