She took out the Phalaenopsis that she had always carried with her, and then scattered them on the balcony one by one, "Ang, you said that when we get married, we should scatter Phalaenopsis on the red carpet. This holy land of love is a sacred red.
The carpet once marked our footprints and also engraved our promises."
The light Phalaenopsis is like a beautiful butterfly in the dusk, spreading its wings and flying in the lingering and beautiful city air.
The petals of the delicate Phalaenopsis are scattered all over the ground, so beautiful that it makes people enchanted and heartbroken.
"Mr. Ling Ang, would you like to accept Miss Wang Aoshuang as your legal wife? From now on, you will always have her. No matter the environment is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, you will love her, respect her and
Cherish her until death do you part..."
She gently brushed his face with her hand, and her voice was as light as starlight, "Silence is better than sound at this time. Although you can no longer speak, I have heard every voice in your heart."
She raised her lips carefully, her brows filled with the sorrow of another world, "Miss Wang Aoshuang, would you like to accept Mr. Ling Ang as your legal husband? From now on, you will always have him, no matter whether the environment is good or bad,
Rich or poor, healthy or sick, you will love him, respect her and cherish him until death separates you..."
She smiled sweetly, her eyebrows stretched like an enchanting blooming flower, and she was beyond beautiful. But big drops of tears fell on the photo, staining her lofty face.
"I do..." she choked out, feeling her heart break.
Ang, we are already husband and wife. Even if time and space change for tens of thousands of years, and we are reincarnated for thousands of lives, we will be together forever.
She gently wiped his photo dry, then held it tightly in her hands, looking up at the pure land under the prosperous sky.
It was almost dusk now, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched her figure thin and long, as if it were a thin invisible line that would break if pulled lightly.
The wind in the small town blew by, bringing with it the desolation unique to this season, and ruffled the corners of her clothes.
The wind at dusk is full of Mediterranean grace and sadness.
This romantic town is breathtakingly beautiful, like poetry and painting, filled with secret words of love and happy feelings everywhere.
But this small town like a world away does not belong to her, this warmth like poetry does not belong to her, this sweetness like honey does not belong to her...
Nothing in this world belongs to her!
Only the longing that is more distant than the galaxy belongs to her...
She, a lonely oriental woman, stood deserted under the canopy of this foreign country, feeling the prosperity and ups and downs of the past.
Suddenly there is a feeling of heavy vicissitudes of life at the end of the world...
The withered face and haggard face that have experienced the world are like a lonely soul drifting away in the sky.
Ang, if you want me to continue to enjoy the beauty of the world, I can promise you; if you want me to continue the magnificence of life, I can promise you; but if you want me to live in a world without your breath, I can't promise you...
So, I'm here to accompany you...
Truly, never to be separated...
Even if the universe is destroyed and heaven and earth become one, they will not be separated.
She stood on the balcony, closed her eyes, and jumped... (If you want to see the unexpected plot, please stay tuned, don't regret it)