Nangong Han changed out of his dusty tuxedo and leaned on the leather seat. His stern cheeks were as if they were carved out of cold marble, with stiff lines. The eyes of an eagle were covered with a layer of mist, and a cold aura emanated from his body.
It's chilling.
The blood had already moistened the gauze wrapped around his hands, and was falling drop by drop on the plush car carpet, blooming into gorgeous and dazzling tea flowers.
He held a glass of wiskey in his hand and took a sip. There was a lazy air in the dynamic elegance, which seemed to be precipitating the tranquility before the storm.
Xiang Yimo changed out of her bloody wedding dress and put on another one. The style was simple and elegant. The exquisite lace was embroidered with sparkling beads, which shimmered like water waves in the sun. The off-shoulder design made her graceful.
The lines of her collarbone were highlighted, and a bead curtain was placed on the porcelain neck. Large and small pink pearls were strung together and twisted together to form a twist shape, which just covered the knife marks on her neck. Each round pearl
It exuded a bright luster, making her skin color look smoother and brighter.
The air in the car seemed to have solidified, and it was so stuffy that it directly suppressed the heartbeat.
Xiang Yimo looked out the window absentmindedly, her mind already far away. At this moment, she was worried about Chu Zhanjin in the operating room.
The car slowly drove towards the church door amid a flash of spotlights.
Butler He immediately got out of the car and opened the door for Nangong Han.
Stretching out a long leg, his black handmade leather shoes were polished to a shine, Nangong Han stepped into the car door and fastened the buttons. He walked around to the other side of the car and handed his hand to Xiang Yimo.
She was stunned for a moment and put her hand into his.
Both hands are cold and unable to warm each other, they can only feel each other's coldness.
They stood side by side in front of the exquisite carved wooden door. Nangong Han held her hand tightly, suddenly tightening his grip.
Xiang Yimo felt the pain coming from his palm and couldn't help frowning, gritting his teeth without making a single sound.
Nangong Han turned around, with a cold smile on his thin lips, and suddenly leaned forward to hug her into his arms. This hug was so cold that Xiang Yimo's whole body trembled. Close to her ears, a low and cold voice drifted.
He stood up and said, "Want to leave me? You will never even think about it in this life!"
Xiang Yimo was frightened, and a slight chill instantly invaded the bone marrow, spreading throughout the body along with the blood. The cold voice was like a demonic sound coming from hell, chilling his heart.
Is this a warning or a reprimand?
When Xiang Yimo was stunned, the carved wooden door opened, and a carpet of pink petals extended to the altar. There were flower clusters and ribbons on both sides, and the rich fragrance of flowers was coming. The sunlight penetrated the colorful glass and cast
The colorful halo is sacred and dreamy.
However, Xiang Yimo didn't feel warm and romantic at all.
All the guests stood up and stared at the beautiful couple with smiling faces, with sincere blessings in their eyes.
The melodious and solemn wedding march played, and Nangong Han held her hand and walked slowly into the church.
Xiang Yimo followed him stupidly, every step seemed to be walking a tightrope, following each step, very cautious, fearing that she would fall into the abyss with one step. At the same time, she was also worried about whether there would be happiness or sadness on the other side of the cliff. But
, having come to this point, she has no room for regret.
The flower girl threw the pink petals into the air, whirled and danced, then slowly fell down——
The priest said solemnly to the talented and beautiful couple in front of him: "Mr. Nangong Han, are you willing to marry Miss Xiang Yimo? From today on, we will have each other and support each other, no matter good or bad, rich or poor,
Love and cherish each other in sickness and in health, until death do us part.”
Nangong Han glanced at her lightly from the corner of his eye and said casually, "I do!" His voice was low and cool, with a hint of disdain.
The priest then asked: "Miss Xiang Yimo, are you willing to marry Mr. Nangong Han? From today on, we will have each other and support each other. No matter whether we are good or bad, rich or poor, sick or healthy, we will love and cherish each other until death.
Only then can we be separated.”
Xiang Yimo was deep in thought and stood there blankly, her watery eyes out of focus, her clear and beautiful face without any expression. She only felt that her head was getting more and more dizzy, as if the air had suddenly become thinner, and she could not get through the depression.
stand up.
Nangong Han turned around suddenly, "Ahem!" He coughed lightly, and leaned close to Xiang Yimo's ear, raising the corner of his mouth with a cold smile, "If you want to regret it now, I will ask Teng Yue to stop Chu Zhanjin's surgery immediately!"
"I do!" Xiang Yimo said it immediately without the slightest hesitation. He looked at Nangong Han coldly with an angry look, hating him for threatening her with Chu Zhanjin's life.
As soon as Chu Zhanjin was mentioned, her whole reaction was different. Nangong Han doubted whether he still existed in her heart.
The priest spoke for a long time, but neither of them listened.
Only when Ren Sichen reminded Nangong Han that he wanted to exchange rings did he react. He raised his bloody right hand and put the "promise" ring on Xiang Yimo's ring finger.
The bright ring was stained with his blood and shone with a bright red luster.
When her hand touched the cold ring, she suddenly trembled. Why was there a faint bitterness in her heart at such a happy moment.
Xiang Yimo picked up a man's ring and put it on him with a dull expression. Suddenly, her vision went dark and she leaned back weakly.
Amid everyone's shocked screams, Nangong Han pulled her into his arms, and when he touched her forehead, he realized that it was frighteningly hot. He immediately picked up Xiang Yimo and rushed out of the church.
Butler He frowned and sighed, "How could a good wedding turn into this?"
"Help...save me..." Beatrice covered her heart and looked at Elisa pleadingly.
"Save you?" She smiled wantonly and evilly, "You are such a pervert, you tortured me so badly, you didn't expect that you would fall into my hands in the end!"
"Save me...I will give you money..."
"Kill you, and I will gain more!" Elisa's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light, and she picked up a sharp saber, "You used to torture me with pain, but now I want you to be able to do it again bit by bit.