It was the old grandmother who presided over Annan's wedding.
This should be the first and possibly the last wedding hosted by a righteous god in human history.
But the grandmother's wedding was completely different from what Annan had imagined.
The old grandmother did not recite any prayers, nor did she bless the two newlyweds, nor did she ask "if you are willing to accept each other" or any other process.
She just told them plainly about the two people's identities, their achievements, what they had done, what talents they had, what enemies they had defeated, and what kind of outstanding people they were.
Then, the old grandmother took out a dark dice.
She threw it up gently, and the six sides of the dice emitted light at the same time. The figures of Annan and Kaifni suddenly disappeared.
The space at the wedding scene turned into a gorgeous sea of silver-purple flowers in the blink of an eye. It was a garden cultivated by a certain generation of Popes of Sir Silver and blessed by Sir Silver.
This appearance is similar to that of a rose, with almost transparent pure white petals. Through the translucent petals, which are almost luminous under the sun, the violet branches and leaves can be vaguely seen.
The sea of pure flowers intertwined with white and purple is swaying in the wind.
The girl wearing a black gauze dress with moth patterns was sitting quietly in the garden. Her black curly hair hung down to her shoulders, her appearance was delicate and cute, and she still had some baby fat on her cheeks.
Kafeni's little black leather boots were taken off and placed neatly beside her.
Her almost crystal white feet stepped on a platform cushioned by white petals. Her legs were close together, a drawing board was placed on her thighs, and her skirt was rolled up, revealing her white calves.
She raised her head and stared straight at the sun. Her red pupils shone like glass in the summer sun.
Standing next to her was the young Annan with black shoulder-length hair.
Annan was wearing a heavy robe that looked completely different from Kafeni's. It was white fur embroidered with complicated silver patterns. A circle of white fur near the hood protected Annan's neck, making Annan look like a
Furry feeling.
Compared with the confused Kafni, Annan's pupils are deep and cold, like a bottomless ice lake. Even though he looks only seven or eight years old, he is still exuding a cold air.
Behind him, stood a skinny old man. The old man had sunken cheeks, deep eye sockets, and sparse hair. He was wearing pure black slim-fitting short clothes like mourning clothes, with his hands behind his back.
It looks like Annan's shadow.
The maid stood far away and stretched out her hand as if she wanted to say something. She hesitated to speak, but in the end she said nothing. Because the old man behind Annan glanced at her slightly, leaving the maid in silence.
"Is it the sun you are looking at," Annan's cold and plain voice sounded, "or... Mr. Yao?"
"It's Mr. Yao."
Kafni replied obediently.
She turned back and stared at Annan.
The moment she saw An Nan, her pupils trembled slightly.
The black-haired girl shrank her legs in fear, changed her sitting posture from hugging her knees to kneeling, and put her calves under her skirt. It was as if she felt the cold.
"Cold wind, bitter winter, cold lake water... Even though it is cold, it does not condense into ice..."
Kafni murmured: "And the light hidden at the bottom of the dark lake..."
Hearing this, Annan, who was just looking down at the girl like a god, suddenly frowned.
"……Light?"
"I can see it, it's such a bright light."
Kafni looked into Annan's eyes and said firmly and seriously: "In the darkest place, there is the brightest light. It is a gentler light than Mr. Yao."
Hearing this, Annan was finally moved.
He was silent for a moment and then stepped forward.
Annan squatted down and held Kaifuni's hand, and his index finger silently clasped Kaifuni's wrist. Annan's left hand, as if caressing Kaifuni's cheek, rested on her neck.
at.
Actually, that's the technology used for lie detection.
"May I have your name?"
he asked.
"...Kafni. Kafni Noah."
Kaifni replied.
Compared to Annan's actions, Kafni was even more surprised that when her cold hand was held together with Annan's, it turned out to be the warmer one.
When Annan's fingers crossed her neck and cheeks, there was a chill that made her want to clamp her neck. It was like a cold knife.
Instinctively, she gently held Annan's hand with her neck.
Although it was extremely cold...but in her pupils, the inside of the ice oozed light that made her heart beat. She instinctively didn't want Annan to withdraw her hand, but she didn't clamp her neck. That was Annan.
As long as you want to retract your hand, you will definitely not feel hindered.
"You're so cold...don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Kafni asked softly.
This was obviously not a question about whether Annan felt cold. Therefore, Annan did not reply to her.
Annan's eyes fell on the drawing board in Kaifuni's lap.
Like blood, like flames, like the setting sun...the sky and the flower fields.
"Is this the future you see?"
Annan asked.
That didn't seem to be a question, it was just a confirmation of one's own thoughts.
Kafni hummed softly.
Annan closed his eyes gently, seeming to be thinking about something.
He lowered his head, only a punch away from Kafni's cheek.
"Stand up, Kafni," Annan declared, "I will take you to defeat that future."
"...Am I serving as your witness?"
"you are my friend……"
Annan replied.
Then, the scene gradually faded away.
In the place of the original young Annan and Kafni, there appeared the appearance of Annan and Kafni as teenagers. Their movements were almost exactly the same as in the illusion.
But Kaifni was not wearing that black gauze dress.
Instead, she was wearing a pure white dress.
White long gloves cover the elbows. Under the fluffy white skirt are the same pure white stockings with complex hollow patterns. Kaifuni has slightly curly black waist-length hair, with small crystal
The crown is on her head.
Annan was wearing a long white dress, and he looked almost exactly the same as when he first met Kafni. Only there was a white frost animal skin cape behind him, and his hands were also covered with gloves.
Annan's long white hair was even longer than Kaifuni's. It was scattered behind him.
He still kept holding Kaifuni's hand and cupping Kaifuni's cheek. It was exactly the same as in the fantasy.
"...and even more so my lover."
He replied: "You are my eternal daughter, the immortal light. You are my shadow, the light cast from my shadow."
Following Annan's words.
He let go of Kaifuni's hand, held her exposed back, lowered his head and kissed her.
At the moment they kissed, the shadow behind Kafni and the light under Annan's feet twisted and blended together, blooming in the room like a rotating starry sky lantern.
In people's astonished gaze
As an increasingly intense light burst out from behind Annan, a pair of huge wings suddenly opened behind Kaifni.
They were wings with shadow-like feathers and pure white feathers, giving people a soft feeling. Countless feathers were floating in the sky, and all the guests attending the wedding had a feather falling in front of them.
This was Kaifni's grateful return gift.
Her blood-red pupils also completely faded away at this moment, turning into pupilless eyes as pure as purple gemstones and as night-like.
Seeing this scene, the old grandmother raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
The so-called wedding... itself is one of the most primitive ceremonies.
It can be said that there is nothing better than a ceremony used to complete the apostleship.