The priest held the Bible, reading out those tender words with warmth and composure, marriage, responsibility, sanctity, love...
These are the emotions pursued by everyone throughout their lives, yet always elusive.
Amidst the melodious piano music, Yan Xiaye walked towards Li Yuntang with a gentle smile, and Li Yuntang walked towards her too, stopping before the cross.
"Xiaye."
He softly called her name, with a tender and enchanting smile on his thin lips, enough to draw the gaze of all the women present.
As the center of attention, Li Yuntang's dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, his gaze resting solely on Yan Xiaye.
Yan Xiaye's long lashes fluttered slightly, looking into the man's darker-than-usual eyes, the light refracted from the crystal chandelier scattered like stars, casting into his dark eyes, resembling the most beautiful night sky of early summer.
