For Mu Qian, the most beautiful dream she had ever had as a girl was about Huo Jinxi.
In that dream, similar scenes had appeared countless times, with only him and her.
Once upon a time, that dream was so real, so real that it seemed as if she had already touched it, and she only needed to open her arms to embrace it.
But before she could open her hands, the dream had already awakened.
Being so awake was unbearable, so she stopped dreaming.
But at this moment, the dream that had haunted me repeatedly when I was young suddenly appeared before my eyes in such a real way.
It spans time, spans drastic changes, and spans new life.
This dream was so stubbornly entrenched in her life that it was inevitable to avoid it.
Even though she is no longer the girl she was seven years ago, I still can't help but sigh for her——
See, that's your dream.
The person in your dream has finally come.
Although it was so many years late, he finally came.
Mr. Huo held Mu Qian's arm and walked forward step by step until he was in front of Huo Jinxi. Only then did Mr. Huo hand Mu Qian's hand into Huo Jinxi's and said with a smile: "Jin Xi, grandpa hand Qian Qian over."
Here you go."
Mu Qian turned to look at Mr. Huo and laughed softly.
Once upon a time, she didn't dare to imagine a wedding because no one could take her father's place and hold her hand into the church.
But now, Mr. Huo has accompanied her throughout this journey as a grandfather, and the warmth in his arms is also reliable and ironing.
Those fragmented dreams were finally put back together bit by bit to create a perfect fairy tale.
Huo Jinxi took Mu Qian's hand and held it tightly.
Her hand was very cold, as if there was no warmth at all. He squeezed the cold hand hard for a long time, his eyes always falling on Mu Qian's face calmly.
Someone next to me reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Huo, it's time to enter."
But Huo Jinxi didn't move.
He still just looked at Mu Qian, even though she was obviously looking at him, but he stubbornly waited for a response.
The surrounding staff were a little confused. Mr. Huo stood nearby. Looking at this situation, he also felt a little strange and shouted in a low voice: "Jin Xi? Qianqian?"
Hearing this low cry, Mu Qian looked at Huo Jinxi and said in a low voice: "Do you regret it now? It's too late."
Her face was blurred through the veil, and the smile on her face was a little vague. Huo Jinxi couldn't help but hold her hand tighter, raised it to his lips, and blew lightly.
The weather was cold, so he held her hand for a long time and blew it again, which seemed to finally convey a touch of warmth to her.
Mu Qian seemed to realize his intention, she slowly lowered her eyes and smiled, and took the initiative to put her hand into his arm.
In the sacred "Wedding March" movement, the two people walked hand in hand into the most sacred hall.
The pastor was waiting at the altar, and all the guests watching the ceremony stared quietly. Three pairs of groomsmen and bridesmaids stood on both sides to welcome the two people arriving hand in hand.
After Mu Qian's elegant wedding dress, Huo Qiran and a little girl of similar age served as flower girls, just like a miniature version of the groom and the bride.
Everything is solemn and solemn, which is what marriage should be like.
Mu Qian's heart finally calmed down little by little in this sacred atmosphere.
She heard Huo Jinxi say, I do.
She lowered her eyes and smiled, saying the same three words.
Huo Jinxi put the ring on her ring finger.
So does she.
Huo Jinxi lifted her veil, lowered his head and kissed her gently.
The guests in the hall burst into applause. She opened her eyes, her eyes full and moving.
Huo Jinxi suddenly hugged her tightly and kissed her deeper.
The hall was full of guests, some were sincerely blessing, some were watching with cold eyes, and some were wary.
All the pieces are hidden in the sweetness of the room.
…
After the wedding, Mu Qian almost collapsed.
She has lived a free and easy life for a long time, and has not had such a tense and upright moment for a long time. Coupled with the lack of sleep last night, she will inevitably be tired after the end. However, there will be a grand wedding banquet afterwards, and there will be a dance after the wedding banquet - Mu Qian feels that this
Marriage is all about breaking people down.
She didn't know how she persisted. She only knew that after returning to the room, she fell on the bed and immediately lost consciousness.
She didn't know how long she slept. When she regained consciousness, she only felt hot.
She only thought that her quilt was too thick, and when she subconsciously stretched out her feet to kick, she sensed another heat source.
Mu Qian suddenly woke up, opened her eyes, and saw Huo Jinxi.
He must have just come back from the dinner party. He didn't know how much wine he drank. His eyes were a little red, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
He lowered his head and kissed her. After waking her up, he began to take off his tie and shirt without hesitation.
"Huo Jinxi..." Mu Qian was too tired to push him away, but if she didn't push him away, she would face endless torture, so she could only beg him softly, "After a day of hard work, don't you
Are you tired? I'll put some hot water for you, take a bath and have a good sleep, okay?"
"Begging for mercy?" Even after drinking so much wine, Huo Jinxi was still conscious. He stared at Mu Qian for a moment and suddenly laughed, "This is not your style."
Mu Qian hadn't seen him smile for a long time, and she felt a little dazed for a moment. She was stunned for a while before speaking: "I'm really tired..."
"If you had any foresight, you shouldn't have provoked me that morning." Huo Jinxi said and took her hand into his mouth.
Mu Qian suddenly remembered the gesture she made to him when he left his room in the morning——
At that time, Huo Jinxi only replied to her with three words: In the evening.
At night... isn't that right now?
Mu Qian was pressed tightly by him and could only cry without tears——
She had always been good at digging holes for others, but when she faced Huo Jinxi, she always ended up with a dead end.
Maybe this is fate, a fate that cannot be escaped...