"...Yes."
Yin Xia Mo looked at Xiao Cheng's pale and weak face.
His surgery was scheduled for the third day after the wedding.
Yin Cheng smiled.
He gently replaced the slightly wilting floral crown with a brand new one, woven with freshly bloomed lilies and daisies, radiating the vigor of new life.
"Ah! That's wonderful! Xiao Cheng, you just stepped out to find flowers to make a new crown, didn't you? How thoughtful!" Zhen En chirped happily, looking at Xia Mo with envy. "Xia Mo, you are so fortunate! You have the best little brother in the world, and you're about to have a husband who loves you deeply. And the church setup for today's wedding is truly solemn, romantic, and grand!" "It is,"
Yin Cheng nodded. "Brother Ou Chen put a lot of thought into the wedding. Sis, you are going to be happy!" "You will be happy!" Pan Nan added with a smile.
Since Xia Mo ultimately chose Ou Chen, she had to be happy.
So this is what it felt like... to be utterly torn apart... A gentle smile touched his pale lips. The split skin, the raw, bleeding wounds—it turned out that even when torn open, there was no pain. The sensation of blood loss was strangely peaceful and numb.
Slowly, he closed his eyes, and his bleeding wrist slipped beneath the surface of the water.
In the warm water... the wounds would never clot, would they... The clear ripples.
A thin line of crimson blood slowly drifted up from the severed wrist, flowing ceaselessly. The blood swayed demonically in the water like a long, slender thread, then dispersed. In the delicate white mist, the transparent water gradually turned transparent red... The innocent, pure chorus echoed in the church.
The dozen massive arched stained-glass windows, painted with vibrant scenes, filtered the sunlight into something magnificent and sacred.
As the children's singing gradually faded, outside the window, a flock of white doves took flight.
The wedding began.
At the officiant’s signal, the orchestra struck up the wedding symphony.
Between the long rows of swaying candlelight, Zhen En and Pan Nan, smiling, placed the flowers symbolizing blessing upon the altar as the music played.
Then, they slowly stepped back.
The tiny gasp from the guests at the grand entrance.
At the main doors of the church, Ou Chen strode in slowly.
Beneath the sunlight filtering through the stained glass.
Within the amber candlelight.
Dressed in a black tuxedo, Ou Chen was noble and statuesque, as handsome as the mythical sun god Apollo, his green eyes like a spring lake—bright and gentle.
At his wrist, the long green lace fluttered lightly with his steps, as if dancing cheerfully to a spring melody.
He reached the priest.
He turned slowly.
His gaze was intense, as if in an unbelievable dream of bliss, gazing down the aisle lit by countless candles—the aisle the bride was about to tread.
White mist softly ascended from the surface of the warm water.
The blood dyed the water in the bathtub a deep, dark red.
His body grew colder and colder.
His heart felt as if it were being heavily compressed, making it impossible to breathe.
Luo Xi’s vision gradually darkened; the world spun wildly. His pale lips cracked slightly, and his breathing grew shallow and ragged.
The water waves enveloped him completely. The corners of his soaked white shirt floated gently beneath the surface. His body was wet and icy cold; the warm water continuously flowing from the faucet couldn't impart even the slightest sensation of warmth.
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