The slender fingers slowly stiffened, he bent them little by little, clenched them into a fist, pressed it against the clothes, and after a long silence, he got up, closed the packed suitcase, pulled up the zipper, lifted it, and left with large strides without looking back.
What needs to be let go should be let go, don’t dwell on what shouldn’t be dwelled on either.
Like a man.
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The wedding car Dong Xin Yan was sitting in, and the car Gu Ningyi was in, drove out together. Her wedding venue was in the west, the airport in the east. At a certain intersection, there was a fleeting mont of crossing paths.
However, she bowed her head, he lowered his eyes, the cars brushed past each other, and so did they...
Half past eight.
Dong Xin Yan’s hand was hooked around Mr. Dong’s, led by him step by step up the red carpet.
The Wedding March played, with a romantic and joyful lody. A little flower boy and girl led the way ahead, pink rose petals drifting down one by one.
The sun was just right, and the breeze was gentle.
Pink petals fluttered in front of her eyes, but a vast field of fiery red rose up in her mind, 999 bright red roses, burning as hot as his love.
She raised her eyes in a daze.
The man ahead stood against the light, his entire figure bathed in a golden halo, his face distant and blurry. As she watched, she seed to see him there, smiling faintly.
Dong Xin Yan’s lips couldn’t help but curve up, her eyebrows softened with a touch of tenderness.
As she gradually approached, the man’s face beca clearer. The trace of a smile on Dong Xin Yan’s lips montarily faltered but quickly vanished, and she continued to keep her lips curved, holding onto her smiling face.
Mr. Dong placed Dong Xin Yan’s hand into Cheng Ziyang’s hand, and Cheng Ziyang solemnly took it, holding her hand tightly.
Very few people ca to the ceremony today; neither of their friends were invited, only their respective parents, plus Sister in law Li.
Three audience mbers, and them.
Cheng Ziyang held Dong Xin Yan’s hand, slowly walked to the center of the stage, and faced the officiant. Only then did he slowly release her hand and face the officiant.
The officiant probably had never seen such a low-key wedding before, she was slightly surprised but maintained her professional deanor, quickly restraining her surprise, composed herself, and started officiating the vows for the couple.
The officiant first looked at Dong Xin Yan, her lodious and pleasant voice began, "Miss Dong Xin Yan, do you take Cheng Ziyang to be your husband and to enter into marriage with him? Will you love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and be faithful to him for the rest of your life, whether in sickness or in health, or for any other reason until death do you part?"
She originally thought... having co this far, "I do" was naturally sothing she could easily say.
Unfortunately, she ultimately overestimated herself.
Her long, curled eyelashes trembled violently, and Dong Xin Yan tried hard to open her red lips, but she opened her mouth, unable to make a sound.
The officiant waited for dozens of seconds but didn’t hear the bride’s response. She couldn’t help but look at her in confusion and gave a slight prompt, "Miss Dong Xin Yan?"
Dong Xin Yan’s hands clenched tightly. She wore white gloves, yet her nails still stabbed painfully into her palms.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to speak, "I, I do..."
"I don’t!"
Before the words were out, the man beside her suddenly opened his lips, his dark eyes fixed steadily on the officiant, his voice as gentle and soft as ever, enunciating each word.
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