The utterly ordinary blessings whispered around him caused warm, gentle waves to ripple softly in his heart. And whenever no guests approached, he inevitably stared, lost in thought, down the road ahead.
So this was it... The taste of happiness—even the air felt sweet.
The sky was clear. Not a single cloud in sight. Brilliant sunlight cast a warm, golden sheen over the path leading forward. Flowerbeds, fountains, statues, and emerald lawns flanked the route. The fierce wind from moments before had softened considerably. Ouchen held his breath, gazing intently down the avenue leading to the chapel.
She—
Was about to be clad in her wedding dress, and together they would step into the church down this very path!
A white BMW roared down the road! Luo Xi gripped the steering wheel numbly. He stared blankly ahead. Suddenly, he didn't know where he was supposed to go; nowhere belonged to him, and nowhere needed him. Everything felt hollow, as if a thick fog obscured his vision. Where should he go? The vast expanse of heaven and earth offered nothing; he was utterly superfluous. The scenery outside the car windows streamed backward like phantoms.
Yin Xiamo sat quietly.
The cheerful chatter of Zhen En and Xiao Cheng echoed in the car, a lively, noisy backdrop. The sunlight suddenly struck her eyes, causing a sharp pain, making golden, dizzying spots dance before her vision. She slowly closed her eyes.
Along the winding, beautiful road. A white, stretched Rolls-Royce limousine glided forward.
The moment the car appeared at the end of the path—
Ouchen’s body seemed suddenly frozen by magic! He took a sharp, deep breath, his dark green eyes intense and profound!
The hood was adorned with a garland of pink roses. A gentle breeze blew past. Petals drifted lightly in the sunlight.
Ouchen strode toward the limousine!
The limousine slowed to a stop before the chapel. Though it was autumn, butterflies fluttered delicately onto the rose garland decorating the hood.
Guests, having rushed out upon hearing the news from the chapel, watched this exquisitely romantic scene with astonishment, occasionally letting out murmurs of admiration.
The driver, dressed in white with gold buttons, respectfully opened the door.
Ouchen extended his right hand.
A delicate hand, encased in a white chiffon glove, slowly emerged from the car door and rested upon Ouchen's hand.
His gaze was fiercely burning. He tightened his grip, holding her hand fast!
Yin Xiamo, stepping out of the car, slowly raised her head. In the brilliant sunshine, she seemed unable to open her eyes. The snowy white wedding dress reflected a faint radiance. Beneath the crown of lilies, her irises were deep as the ocean, her lips rosy, and her pure white skin seemed almost translucent, warm and exquisite like polished mutton-fat jade. The air stopped moving, as if time itself had paused at this moment. The guests stared in stunned awe at her, pure and beautiful as an angel; even the butterflies forgot to fly.
Ouchen gazed deeply into Yin Xiamo’s eyes. And then—
He swiftly swept her up into a bridal carry, cradling her securely and tenderly in his arms!
Before the magnificent, imposing chapel. The air was thick with the scent of sunshine. Amidst the guests' astonishment and smiles, the pathway edges were lined with fresh grass. Ouchen, clad in his black formal suit, held her in his arms as she wore her pure white gown. She seemed slightly flustered, looking up at him from within his embrace. He looked down at her as he walked, joyful as a child, a huge smile suddenly blooming across his lips. Holding her tightly, his steps were light as he walked toward the bridal suite! Bubble Summer III