"Xia Mo, I really wouldn't have come, because I knew... coming here would only bring me humiliation... But I had a dream last night..." "I dreamed... I died."

The autumn sunlight was brilliantly glaring. The sky was azure blue.

The wind rushing towards them whipped Yin Xia Mo's veil wildly. Looking at him, who seemed like he might be blown away by the breeze, her face was paler than her wedding dress, and a metallic, bloody taste surged up in her chest.

"I thought, before I die, I must complete what I want to do... Do you know... I've wanted to propose to you for a very, very long time..." In the flickering shadows cast by the swaying leaves, his pale smile was haloed with a warm glow from the sun sparkling like shattered gold, yet his entire being seemed ethereal, almost nonexistent.

"What nonsense are you speaking... How could you die..." Her chest heaved rapidly as she forced herself to calm the sudden surge of terror. No, it couldn't be. He was just trying to scare her...

"Why not?" As the leaves thrashed wildly, the light shifted into shadow, and Luo Xi was once again enveloped as if by thick white mist—beautiful just like the boy who stepped out of a storybook six years ago, his eyes dark as night, his skin like cherry blossoms, his lips the color of blood. His voice was hazy, like a dongxiao flute sounding from a distant, secluded alley in the dead of night: "If you have nothing left to hold onto in this world, you will simply die..."

Inside the Rolls-Royce limousine.

Jenny clung anxiously to the window, watching the two figures standing in the wind. She couldn't hear what they were saying, nor could she see Xia Mo's expression. Xia Mo... wouldn't she, like in the movies, run away with Luo Xi right before the wedding...

Shivering violently, Jenny lunged again to open the door and step out, but Pan Nan stopped her once more, frowning and saying in a firm voice, "Isn't it better to let Xia Mo think it through?"

"No, you can't!" Jenny cried out in desperation, "Xia Mo is getting married today! All the guests have been notified, everything is prepared! If Xia Mo runs away, then... then..." What about Xiao Cheng's surgery... what would happen... Ouchen loves Xia Mo too, doesn't he? Xia Mo would be happy with Ouchen, right? That would be happiness for three people—Ouchen, Xiao Cheng, and Xia Mo all happy! If Xia Mo impulsively breaks off her engagement with Ouchen, even if she ends up with Luo Xi, if Xiao Cheng is gone, how could Xia Mo ever be happy?! That would be a tragedy for everyone!!

"Sister Zhen..." Yin Cheng said softly, her gaze still fixed on the two figures outside the window. "As long as sister feels joy, even if she changes her mind at the wedding altar, as long as she can live happily and joyfully, what does all that other stuff matter..."

Jenny slowly collapsed back into the seat, speechless for a long time.

The leaves shook violently. The brilliant, golden sunlight was broken up by the leaves and the wind into fractured shadows, the flashes of light dizzying, as if alternating suddenly between the blinding day and the dark shadows of night.

In her fear and panic, Yin Xia Mo abruptly shut her eyes, gripping her fingers tightly, feeling a sharp, faint pain bloom in her palm.

After an unknown period, the heaving of her chest gradually calmed. She opened her eyes, looked at him, and said, "You are threatening me."

Threatening her? Luo Xi asked himself blankly. Had he really sunk to such a base tactic just to win her back?

"If you think so... then so be it..."

The Summer of Foam III