“Today is a good day for my engagement. Are you going to destroy it?” Gong Ou glared at Feng De sinisterly as he spoke each word from the thin lip.
Time passed second by second. The flowers quietly flew into the room, but the outside was completely silent.
Gradually, the assistant was anxious as he kept looking at the time.
Time is up, why hasn’t Mr. Gong come to pick up the bride yet?
The assistant winked at the two staff members at the door. The staff received the signal and was about to go out to see what was going on when they suddenly heard a “bang” from outside. They saw a flock of white pigeons flying in the sky outside the room.
“This …” The staff looked at the white pigeons that filled the sky and was instantly dumbfounded. He blurted out, “Didn’t you say that the ceremony would begin with the pigeons being placed? Why did you let them go now? “
“Whap.”
The smile vanished from her face.
In the next second, Mo Nuo abruptly sat up from the sofa, held onto her skirt and ran out of the room without a care for anything else.
Along with the ringing of the bell, the tightly shut door slowly opened.
Shi Xiaonian stood there, her mind a blank, her heart thumping hard, almost jumping out of her mouth.
She didn’t dare look back.
It was a mountain of blades or a sea of fire. She had to walk until she was drenched in blood.
The doors of the auditorium slowly opened. A majestic and romantic symphony could be heard from within. The six flowery children who were standing in front of them walked in with brisk steps.
Some of the guests got up from their seats and looked at the bride in disbelief.
Only then did he see the bride’s face, the face he had always dreamed of, pretty and indifferent, but deep down with her stubbornness and rebelliousness, the face that had cared for him for so many years. The girl who had pulled him up in the snow was now walking beside another man in white gauze.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Gong Ou’s thin lip moved slightly and lowered his voice.
I’m sorry.
In the end, she still couldn’t even give him a companion, much less anything.
The Priest stood at the side and spoke a long and long narration, but he was not mistaken. The time to talk about Xi Xiaonian was when Xi Xiaonian was called Xi Xiaonian, and she did not call him wrong.
Her voice was clear and gentle, like the sound of a stream flowing in the mountains. Under the gentle background music, it slowly flowed into the ears of everyone present.
Gong Ou stood straight by her side, his black eyes staring at her soft lips as he recited those words. Only when she finished reciting did he lower his head to look at the book in his hands and recite the words according to the book, “Among the girls, my beloved is like a lily among the thorns.”
Lilium in thorns.
The distinguished guests from Lancaster family all stood up.
Luo Qi sat there, feeling a headache coming on as she pressed her hand on her own head.