"Jean, your phone..." Pan Nan asked, puzzled, not understanding why Jean wouldn't answer or even hang up the persistent ringing.

"Nothing!" Jean whispered frantically, her hand diving into her handbag, careful not to open it wider than necessary.

Pan Nan couldn't see it; if she saw that the call on Xia Mo's phone was from "Luo Xi," it would be disastrous! Fumbling, she finally managed to press the power-off button with her finger, regardless of everything... "Beep, beep, beep, beep..." The muffled sound of the call disconnecting echoed from beneath the water, like the last thread snapping, leaving no lingering attachment, quietly departing... coming to me... "I do."

In the chapel, Yin Xia Mo whispered her response.

That autumn day, the sunlight was unusually bright and dazzling, painting various scenes through the stained-glass windows, with streams of beautiful light seeming to dance and spin.

Between two rows of warmly flickering candles, beneath the magnificent, soaring vault of the church, amid the blessing gazes of the guests—Ou Chen gazed at Xia Mo.

He slowly removed the green lace that had been wrapped around his wrist for years.

Gently, he lifted her hand.

Gently... he wound the beautiful green lace... loop by loop... layer by layer... around her ring finger... and then... tied a perfect bow... Her pale fingers, the light green lace fluttering, shimmering with the vibrant, colorful sunlight—a scorching heat surged in his heart, a breathless throbbing, as if all the happiness in the world was gathered right there. He lowered his head and pressed a deep kiss onto her finger...

"Luo Xi—!" "Luo Xi—!" Outside the heavy door, Shen Qiang and Jennie's cries grew more anxious. The door seemed to be bolted from the inside; Jennie's spare key wouldn't turn the lock no matter how hard she tried! When they gave up on subtlety and asked the apartment security guard to force the door open, they heard only the quiet sound of running water from the bathroom.

"Luo Xi?..." They hesitated at the bathroom threshold. The slightly ajar door revealed water flowing out, stained an alarming red, as if dyed with blood. Vaguely visible in the black marble bathtub was a figure, so pale it seemed... seemed... as if already dead... "Luo Xi————!!!" The terrified scream ripped through the clear blue sky outside! And the sun... continued to shine brilliantly, undisturbed...

Amid the guests' fervent cheers, bouquets of lilies and daisies were tossed high into the cloudless blue sky... On the white finger... the beautiful green lace fluttered... Summer of Foam III