Li Mo

Their honeymoon was a meticulously planned, long vacation that spanned both East and West.

Their first stop was Japan. In front of an ancient temple in Kyoto, they watched cherry blossoms fall like snow, and Liang Xinchong captured the moment Li Mo turned her head amidst the cherry blossom rain with his camera. He told her that the scene was even more beautiful than he had imagined countless times.

Next came Europe. They strolled along the Seine, tossed coins into Rome's Trevi Fountain, and embraced beneath the snow-capped mountains of Switzerland. Every scene became meaningful because they were together.

For the last stop of the journey, Li Mo suggested a place that surprised Liang Xinchong somewhat—Nepal.

"Why Nepal?" Liang Xinchong asked curiously. He had originally thought she would choose an island like the Maldives.

Li Mo leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "I heard that it's the closest place to the sky, where you can see the purest starry sky. And I want to go with you to see a place that has experienced trauma but remains resilient."

Liang Xinchong instantly understood her intentions and hugged her tightly: "Okay, let's go."

They ultimately decided that Nepal would be their final destination.

When the plane landed in Kathmandu, the air was filled with the rich aroma of spices and religious atmosphere.

Hand in hand, they strolled among the ancient temples of Durbar Square, watching flocks of pigeons fly over the weathered red brick buildings and listening to the distant tolling of bells.

In Liang Xinchong's photograph, Li Mo wears a colorful striped shawl bought locally, and her smile is particularly bright against the exotic background.

They then arrived in the tranquil city of Pokhara and checked into a hotel on the shores of Phewa Lake with a view of Machapuchare (Fish Tail Peak).

At dawn, they rowed on Phewa Lake. The lake's surface was like a mirror, reflecting the magnificent silhouette of the Annapurna Mountains, making it feel like paradise. Li Mo leaned against Liang Xinchong and whispered, "It feels like the whole world has just the two of us left."

In the evening, they sat on the hotel rooftop, watching the sunset paint the snow-capped mountain peaks golden red.

As night falls completely, the starry sky, free from urban light pollution, sparkles like spilled diamonds.

“Liang Xinchong,” Li Mo murmured, tilting her head back, “we are really in the place closest to the sky.”

“Hmm,” he squeezed her hand, turning his head to look at her profile softened by the starlight, “but even the closest starry sky can’t compare to the beauty of your eyes when they shine.”

During their last few days in Nepal, they did a light trek.

Liang Xinchong carried most of the luggage on his back, holding Li Mo's hand tightly the whole time, as they walked along the rugged mountain path.

During breaks, he would unscrew the water bottle and hand it to her, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead with a wet wipe. Li Mo would then smile, take out an energy bar, break it in half, and put it in his mouth.

They documented every moment of their journey. Li Mo would select the most heartwarming photos and post them on WeChat Moments.

(Japan) Photo: A group photo under a cherry blossom tree.

He said that the cherry blossom rain and my smile were a perfect match.

Many WeChat friends sent their blessings.

Tang Keqing: This is way too sweet! Liang's sweet talk skills are off the charts!

Qin Yue: The scenery is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful! Best wishes!!

Shen Peixian: Have fun and be careful.

Zhou Man: So beautiful! My son is such a great photographer! (Liang Xinchong replies: Mom, your daughter-in-law looks beautiful no matter how you photograph her!)

Liang Xinchong, on the other hand, prefers to post short videos and retouched photos shot with professional equipment on his Weibo account—the company's official account—and his personal account, which has a certain number of followers, creating a small travel vlog series.

[Vlog EP.03 Nepal | The place closest to the sky, and the person I love most]

The video features the everyday life of Kathmandu, the stunning scenery of Pokhara, the mutual support during trekking, and silhouettes of the two embracing under the starry sky. At the end of the video, Li Mo turns her head under the stars and smiles sweetly at him, while his voice-over softly says, "Look, my stars."

User A: Holy crap! Is this a movie? The visuals, the scenes, the atmosphere—it's all amazing!

User B: From school uniforms to wedding dresses, from domestic to international, what an amazing love story! I cried!

User C: I've been following the blogger's entrepreneurial stories, but I didn't expect their love story to be even more inspiring! I'm so envious!

User D: Came from the Miaopai homepage! I'm definitely shipping this couple! Looking forward to more of their daily interactions!

This vlog, brimming with genuine emotion and high-quality visuals, unexpectedly made it to the top of Miaopai's homepage, garnering hundreds of thousands of views. The phrase "fairytale love" became a frequently used term in the comments section.

On the second evening of their trip to Nepal, Li Mo fell asleep leaning on Liang Xinchong's shoulder.

Liang Xinchong scrolled through the viral comments and blessings on his phone, then looked down at the sleeping face in his arms, his heart filled with immense satisfaction and happiness.

He gently kissed the top of her head.

He vowed to stay with his girl for a very long time.

-

That was their fourth day in Nepal.

A sunny morning filled with the aroma of sandalwood and spices.

They rested for a while in a quiet corner called "Dream Garden". Li Mo leaned on Liang Xinchong's shoulder and looked through photos of the snow-capped mountains that she had taken a few days ago on her phone.

“Let’s come back in winter next time, to see even thicker snow.” Liang Xinchong gently rubbed his chin against her hair, planning a non-existent “next time.”

“Okay,” Li Mo replied with a smile, her fingertips tracing his reflection in Phewa Lake on the screen, “and we’ll go to that corner of Durbar Square that you didn’t get enough of last time…”

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Boom—!!!

It wasn't a sound, but a feeling. It was as if an ancient behemoth in the Earth's core had let out a heavy burp, and the terrifying vibration that shot from her feet to the top of her head left her speechless for a moment.

Then came a sound—a deep, continuous, destructive roar—coming from the depths of the earth, as if the very foundations of the world were crumbling.

"Earthquake!" Liang Xinchong's roar was drowned out by the sudden, extreme screams that erupted around him.

Time seemed to be stretched out, or perhaps sped up to the point of blurring.

Li Mo felt a tremendous, irresistible force violently pull her away from the bench!

In a dizzying moment, she was pulled tightly into Liang Xinchong's arms, his arms locking her like iron hoops, his entire back facing the unknown danger.

She could clearly hear the frantic pounding of his heart in his chest, thumping and pounding against her eardrums.

Crack—Boom!

The deafening crash of breaking timber and collapsing bricks was deafening. A huge, sharply broken decorative wooden beam fell from the top of the pavilion where they had just rested, accompanied by a rain of rubble and dust.

"Well--!"

She clearly heard a muffled groan from above him, a sound he tried desperately to suppress but which still escaped his throat, a sound born of extreme pain.

At the same time, a warm, rusty-smelling liquid splashed onto her neck and cheeks.

It's blood.

Dust filled the air, obscuring the sky and choking the air, making it hard to breathe. The world seemed to have been muted, leaving only her heavy breathing and the pounding of her heart.

A few seconds later, cries and calls for help from further away flooded her ears like a tide.

"Xin Chong... Liang Xin Chong!" Li Mo struggled to lift her head from under him, the dust making it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.

She witnessed a scene that froze her blood—

Liang Xinchong remained in the protective posture above her, but his face was a deathly pale gray, and his lips were completely bloodless.

Below his right shoulder blade, a jagged, broken wooden stake, thicker than her wrist, pierced his body, its tip stained with dark red blood, protruding slightly from his chest.

Blood gushed out like an out-of-control stream from his wounds, quickly soaking through his white T-shirt with the "Chongmo" logo, pooling on the ground beneath him into a shocking, ever-expanding dark red stain.

"I...I'm...okay..." he tried to speak, but his voice was so weak it was like a breath, each word as if he had used up the last of his life force.

His unfocused gaze struggled to focus on her face. He raised his trembling, icy left hand, wanting to touch her, but it fell limply to the ground in mid-air.

"...Don't...be afraid..." The light in his pupils was rapidly fading, yet he stubbornly, word by word, repeated that promise etched into his very bones, "...I...said...I...would...be...with...you...for...a...lifetime..."

The last syllable vanished into the air, his head tilted to the side, and his heavy body pressed down completely on her, leaving no sound.

"Liang Xinchong, wake up! Look at me, look at me!" Li Mo's cries were heart-wrenching. She futilely tried to cover his bleeding wound with her hands, the warm blood instantly staining them red. The sticky, life-sucking touch nearly drove her to despair. "Help! Someone save him, help him—"

Her cries for help were drowned out by the surrounding chaos and wailing.

-

Li Mo woke up to a pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of blood.

She lay on a makeshift hospital bed in the corridor, an IV drip attached to her arm. The minor abrasions had been treated, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the agony of having her heart ripped apart.

The scene inside and outside the ward was like a living hell.

The sights and sounds—the amputated limbs of the injured, the wailing of their families, the hurried steps of the medical staff covered in blood—all intensified her fear.

"Momo." Shen Peixian and Zhou Man practically rushed to the bedside. Their eyelids were swollen and red, and their faces were deathly pale, as if they had aged ten years overnight. Zhou Man held Li Mo's hand, which was icy cold and trembling violently. Tears streamed down her face before she could speak.

"Mom...where's Xin Chong?" Li Mo's voice was dry and hoarse, trembling uncontrollably.

Shen Peixian's tears instantly burst forth. She turned her head away, her shoulders heaving violently. Zhou Man bit her lip so hard it almost bled, barely managing to squeeze out broken syllables: "In...in the ICU...the doctor...the doctor said he..."

Li Mo abruptly pulled the needle out of the back of her hand, and blood instantly seeped out, but she felt nothing. She staggered towards the intensive care unit.

She saw him through that cold, glass window that separated life and death.

Liang Xinchong lay quietly on the hospital bed filled with medical equipment, his body covered with tubes of varying thicknesses, his breathing forcibly maintained by a ventilator, and his chest wrapped in thick gauze that still faintly bleeds.

His face was a lifeless, sallow yellow, with sunken eye sockets, as if his life force had been completely drained.

The fluctuating curves on the electrocardiogram monitor became the faint, sole proof that he still existed in this world.

The attending physician was a local doctor with a tired face and compassionate eyes. He spoke in a heavy tone in English with an accent to the family members who had gathered around him: "The wooden stake pierced his lung and damaged a major blood vessel. Excessive blood loss led to severe cerebral hypoxia and multiple organ failure. We performed emergency surgery, but the complications are very serious, and his infection indicators are extremely high. His vital signs are extremely unstable now, and he is completely dependent on machines and drugs to maintain his life."

The doctor paused, his gaze sweeping over the several despairing faces before him, and finally uttered the cruel words: "I'm so sorry, he's in critical condition. The chances are very slim."

"Very slim..."

Li Mo's legs went weak, and she slid down the cold wall to the ground, as if all her bones had been removed.

She didn't make a sound, but just opened her mouth and gasped for breath like a fish out of water. Tears welled up like a flood, instantly blurring her vision.

She looked at the motionless person inside the glass window, remembering how he knelt on one knee when he proposed, his eyes shining like stars; she remembered him kissing her hair under the starry sky last night, saying "my star"; she remembered the sense of security that came from his broad back when he rushed towards her, a feeling that seemed to protect her from everything...

Now, the back that once sheltered her from the wind and rain has been torn open with a huge hole that may never heal.

All the future, all the promises, all the "forever and ever," were, at this moment, nailed to the ground by that damned wooden stake outside this foreign ICU ward, filled with the aura of death.

She stretched out her trembling hand, still stained with his dried blood, and gently pressed it against the cold glass, as if trying to feel his warmth one last time through this barrier. Finally, a broken, bestial wail escaped her throat:

“Liang Xinchong…you said you would stay with me for life…you lied to me…”