It was so long ago… On that winter night, snowflakes, cold and sharp, drifted onto his hair and face. He sat obediently on the bench in the amusement park, waiting for his mother to return for him. She was just lost; if he waited, she would surely run back to him… He waited… and waited… and waited… Only the falling snow kept him company… The world felt so terribly cold… He vowed never to love anyone again… never to be abandoned by someone he loved… until… he met her… Her indifference, her mockery, her tenderness, her smile, her intelligence, her beauty, her cruelty, her utter heartlessness… He fell in love with her… A frantic, consuming adoration, with every fiber of his being… He loved her……………………The cherry blossom tree bathed in moonlight.
She raised the beer can in her hand, a slight, drunken glaze in her eyes. “Luo Xi, welcome to this home.”
……“Are you feeling sorry for me?” “Yes.”
She nodded gently.
“Are—are you feeling sorry for me?” He gazed at her, holding his breath, and asked again, his voice low. The air suddenly became unnaturally still.
Looking at him, she let down her guard, allowing her pity and true feelings to pour out through her eyes.
“Yes, I am.”
……“If I were dying, so ill that all I wanted before I passed was one last look at you,” he whispered, “would you… would you come to my side, no matter what?” “I would not.”
Her eyes were as deep as the morning sea. “I would stay with you. I would feed you your medicine, find you the best doctors, remain by your side, never leaving, even if you drove me away. I would stay.”
……The night deepened.
He lay with his head in Xia Mo’s lap, seemingly already asleep.
Her fingers stroked his hair, black as jade. After a long pause, she murmured softly, “Good. Never betray me. Never leave.”
………………Never betray… Never leave… The entrance to the cathedral, the bride in her wedding gown.
The pure white satin, the classical embroidered patterns, the elegantly long silhouette, the tulle skirt softly fanned out, a crown of lilies and daisies, the sheer veil peeking through—she stood there, statuesque, like the beautiful Goddess of Spring.
Yin Cheng stood beside her, in his formal black suit, appearing pure of heart, kind, gentle, and handsome.
The music played by the orchestra was both fervent and solemn.
Yin Xia Mo lifted her gaze.
Facing the admiring and expectant eyes of the guests, she met the intense stare of Ou Chen, who stood before the priest, fixed upon her.
She drew a shallow breath.
And took the first step toward the altar of marriage.
But, without warning—a sudden, violent stabbing pain seized her heart, so acute that she had to bite her lip hard to suppress the tremor in her body! Flashes of dizzying white light blinded her……………………“If you have nothing left to hold onto in this world, you will simply die…”
…“Even if I vanished from this world in the next second… you would still marry him without hesitation, wouldn’t you…”
………………“Sister…” Yin Cheng called her name softly.
Summer of Foam III