"Xia Mo!" Zhen En reached out anxiously, trying to pull her back, but Pan Nan immediately blocked Zhen En, saying in a tight voice, "Give her one more chance to reconsider!" The autumn wind was fierce and cool.

Stepping out of the white, extended Rolls-Royce limousine adorned with a wreath of roses, Yin Xia Mo’s snowy veil billowed in the wind, shrouding her like white mist.

She walked slowly toward Luo Xi.

Luo Xi, dressed in a white tuxedo, watched her approach, his body immediately stiffening with tension.

She walked so slowly, like a scene in a slow-motion film—the pure bride in the brilliant sunshine, moving step by step toward him, as if about to enter the sacred hall of marriage with him.

In the autumn wind.

She reached Luo Xi, tilting her head up. The golden light and shadow filtered down by the restless leaves shimmered in her amber eyes.

"What are you doing here again?" she gazed at him coolly, the white wedding dress blazing under the sun, almost painfully bright.

"Yes... what am I doing here..." Luo Xi's voice was hoarse and mournful, tinged with confusion, as if asking himself.

"...Can I beg you not to marry him..." The dew of early morning dampened his dark hair; his face was shockingly pale, as if his entire life force had burned away.

"...But... you are so cold and stubborn, like an unyielding wall of ice that never changes for my sake... Xia Mo, what can I do here... Will you not marry Ou Chen because of me?" Knowing it was impossible, Luo Xi still stared into Xia Mo's eyes, hoping to see even a glimmer of dawn... But there was no light at all... Yin Xia Mo only trembled and closed her eyes.

"...I know you won't, you won't soften, no matter how much pain you see I'm in."

A weak smile touched his pale lips. "That’s just how you are, Xia Mo. I know you too well; your heart is forged from the hardest substance in the world, and I cannot melt you..." A violent, sharp pain struck her heart, as if a pair of icy shears were slowly cutting it apart, each slice dripping blood! Yet, the more intense the pain, the clearer her mind became. She could hear her own voice ringing faintly in the wind.

"Yes, that's exactly who I am—cold-blooded and ruthless. Anyone else would be better than me... What did you come here for, just to tell me this?" "I came to propose to you."

Sunlight pierced down through the swaying leaves.

He smiled gently, a warm yet fragile expression, his voice ethereal yet undeniably real.

"What?" A deafening sound exploded in Yin Xia Mo’s ears. Layers of mist seemed to spread across her bleeding heart. She stared at him in a daze, unable to believe her eyes. Through the faint white haze, an image unfolded: him, and her... "I came because you haven't married him yet, to propose to you."

Luo Xi seized her wrist and pulled her towards him! His eyes were pitch-black; the smile playing on his pale lips was tender and beautiful.

Held tightly by him, his palm felt searingly hot, and the suffocating breath of desperation enveloped her heavily. Instantly, the heartache returned with renewed agony! That kind of life... did not belong to her... She bit down hard on her lip, struggling violently to wrench free from his grasp, crying out in pain, "Are you insane?" "Perhaps I am..." His voice sounded hollow.

Summer of Foam III