hooklinebooks Chapter 788: If Life Were Just Like When First Met (14)
Chapter 788: If Life Were Just Like When First Met (14)
Yuan Shen, ignoring Qin Qian’s struggles, forcibly pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and hoarse.
"Qianqian, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. I won’t go out and flirt anymore, I won’t make you sad again. I won’t do anything you don’t like. You always forgave me before; this time, please forgive me once more, please?"
"Qianqian, I love you."
Qin Qian couldn’t escape his embrace, so she let him hold her. He kept whispering words of remorse into her ear, and tears still fell from her eyes, yet her heart had grown numb.
Over these ten years, it was always like this: arguing, silent treatment, reconciliation, then arguing again, silent treatment again, and reconciliation, looping endlessly.
They loved each other and tormented each other.
As time wore on, love was gradually worn away.
If possible, she really, really wanted to forgive him one more time, just like the countless times before.
As long as he coaxed her, as long as he spoke softly, her heart would soften.
But now, she felt nothing at all.
She seemed to still love the man before her, yet perhaps, she only loved the past decade she held onto.
Tears from Qin Qian fell drop by drop onto his shoulder, soaking into his shirt, burning his shoulder.
How many decades can a person have in their life? She couldn’t afford to gamble anymore.
She didn’t want the faint traces of beauty remaining between her and Yuan Shen to disappear completely.
Let’s end it here.
"Yuan Shen, if you truly love me, then wish me happiness."
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Amidst a sky full of rose petals, a long red carpet stretched to the end, romantic wedding processional music played.
Qin Qian was in a pure white wedding dress, holding her father’s hand, walking forward step by step, her long train trailing behind like a field blooming with dazzling flowers.
Mr. Qin handed Qin Qian’s hand to Zhou Yi, who took it and led her to the officiant.
The officiant looked at the couple, both handsome and beautiful, pleasing to the eye. He cleared his throat lightly and began, "Miss Qin Qian, do you wish to take Mr. Zhou Yi as your husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, or for any other reason, to love him, care for him, respect him, accept him, and be faithful to him until death do you part?"
Qin Qian slowly glanced at the man at her side.
The man was gentle and charismatic, as handsome as the moon; he understood her, loved her, spoiled her. Marrying him, the happiness of her future was assured.
No more wandering, no more fear, no more... such profound love, such heart-wrenching pain.
But why did her heart still feel incomplete?
Ultimately, it remained unsatisfied and unwilling, didn’t it?
Qin Qian smiled self-mockingly, raised her eyes to face the officiant, and her red lips slowly parted, "I..."
The doors suddenly swung open, and everyone’s gaze involuntarily turned toward it. Brilliant sunlight streamed in, and a man stood against the light, tall and straight, in a pure black tailcoat, exceptionally dashing.
Qin Qian’s words came to an abrupt halt.
The crowd almost held their breath, watching the man stride forward, approaching Qin Qian.
Qin Qian stood stunned in place, watching him step by step come closer, his figure expanding in her dark eyes.
Yesterday he left in a huff, and she thought he wouldn’t appear today...
He stood before her, his deep black eyes fixed on her, pouring out endless affection, "Qin Qian, if I were to crash the wedding, would you come with me?"