Chapter 133 I Oppose

Wen Lei held her breath and heard the mother who had just lost her son tugging at her mother's sleeve:

"Older sister... let's arrange a marriage between our two families..." The woman's choked voice suddenly turned into a strange excitement. "My son's wedding house is all ready. He's gone, and your daughter doesn't have many days left anyway. If we become in-laws, that house will be yours."

Her mother's gasp was exceptionally clear: "Really? Where is the house?"

Wen Lei unconsciously dug at the bed sheet with her fingertips until the edges of her nails bled.

These broken words twisted her heart like surgical clamps.

That evening, Mom walked into the ward with red and swollen eyes, clutching a crumpled payment slip in her hand.

"Leilei..." the mother stammered, "The hospital is pressing for payment again... I really... really can't borrow any more money..."

Wen Lei touched her mother's split, dry, yellow hair and said softly, "Mom, we're not going to get treatment."

Silence spread through the ward.

Her mother suddenly grabbed her hand. "Daughter... you've never been in a relationship in your life. Do you want to settle down and get married before you go? To wear a wedding dress?"

"I heard, I heard this is every girl's wish..."

The mother suddenly choked, as if her own lie was stuck in her throat.

Wen Lei was silent for a moment, then smiled softly, "Okay."

So she went to have her wedding photos taken alone, and the people at the photo studio said that the groom would be photoshopped in later.

My first ever photoshoot turned out like this; I find it ridiculously funny.

But she cherished it, trying her best to raise the corners of her mouth and cooperate with the photographer's instructions, even though her spine was making a slight clicking sound.

After the final photos were released, the groom's mother frowned: "It looks like a paper doll from all the photoshopping."

She took out her phone, swiped to show a wedding photo of an unfamiliar couple, and said, "Just use this one to replace my son's face with hers."

Wen Lei sat quietly in her wheelchair, watching the photo editor erase the happy smile of the stranger girl little by little, replacing it with her own sickly and haggard face.

"That's more like it," the groom's mother nodded in satisfaction.

The wedding proceeded as scheduled. Wen Lei was taken by her mother to see the hotel where the wedding was held, and also to see the house that the groom's mother had promised to give to her family.

The house was new, and the empty living room echoed with the sound of a wheelchair.

Mom gestured where to put the sofa and where to put the TV.

Dad remained silent, but there was a light in his eyes, and he was clearly satisfied.

Her family's finances have indeed become increasingly strained due to her medical treatment over the years.

Being able to do something for her mother before she died was a way of repaying her debt of gratitude.

Finally, on this auspicious day carefully chosen by the groom's mother, she stood on the wedding stage.

Wen Lei's gaze swept across the audience, which was filled with unfamiliar faces.

This was to be expected; she had no friends. After all, she was always alone, day and night in the hospital ward and in the empty corner of the classroom.

Suddenly, Wen Lei's gaze pierced through the crowd, freezing for a moment.

Amidst the numb masks of the guests, she caught two distinctly different gazes.

In the shadows near the door, a young girl with a Taoist nun's hairstyle bit her lip, her wide-open almond-shaped eyes filled with anger.

The woman in green beside her had an icy expression, but her eyes shone with a terrifying light, as if they could see through all the pretense of this absurd farce.

Are they feeling indignant on her behalf?

She subconsciously curled the corners of her mouth, revealing a long-lost, genuine smile.

The smile was faint, yet it brought tears to the eyes of the young nun and made the fingertips of the woman in green begin to glow.

Wen Lei looked away, and the emcee asked her, "Ms. Wen Lei, are you willing to marry Mr. Qu Sheng?"

She was silent for a moment, then looked up and saw her parents' pleading eyes.

My heart was breaking, yet I still opened my mouth, about to say, "I do..."

Just as Wen Lei opened her mouth, a chilling gust of wind suddenly surged in from all directions.

Chaos erupted inside the auditorium.

The picture frames on the round table fell over one after another with a series of thuds, and the sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the room.

The paper groom on the three-tiered cake was blown away by the strong wind and flew around, landing squarely on the groom's mother's exquisitely made-up face.

"What's going on?!"

The groom's mother screamed as she removed the paper effigy from his face, her face flushed with anger.

But she was immediately silenced by the bursting of balloons one after another, each explosion accompanied by a piercing cry.

Wen Lei's wheelchair swayed in the wind. She barely opened her eyes and saw the woman in green stand up, step onto the red carpet, and walk towards her step by step.

"I oppose this marriage!"

The woman in green's voice wasn't loud, but it resounded like thunder in the hall.

In an instant, the wind stopped, and all the noise ceased.

I also oppose this marriage!!! Ahhhhhh, I'm swooning over the streamer's handsomeness!

The groom's mother got her face covered in paper figures, it's hilarious!

[I looked up the bride's condition, and it seems even coughing or turning over can cause a fracture. That's so tragic...]

Wen Lei trembled. This sudden objection was like a sharp blade, slicing through her numb acceptance of her fate.

Her heart was pounding violently in her chest, making her fragile ribs ache slightly.

The woman in green walked up to her, steadily supported her trembling shoulders, and pulled her into her arms.

Wen Lei's frail body instinctively shrank back, but she froze the moment she fell into the woman in green's arms.

Those seemingly slender arms actually supported her fragile bones steadily.

There was no pain as expected, only a warm current spreading along the skin that was in contact, even warming up my fingertips which were usually icy cold.

She looked up and saw a faint golden light shimmering through the woman's flowing hair.

The light seemed to have a life of its own, wrapping around her deformed joints and gently soothing every old wound.

"Don't be afraid."

The woman's voice was very soft, yet it strangely relaxed Wen Lei's aching spine.

For the first time in sixteen years, she dared to completely rely on another person without worrying about hearing the cracking sound of bones breaking the next second.