A few days after they got their marriage certificate, Zou Shao was getting married.

The wedding was grand.

At the wedding, the unrestrained red-haired boy disappeared. Standing on the stage was a body with hair dyed black and obediently accepting the arrangements. The flames that had always existed in his eyes were slowly being covered by something unknown. His family was very happy and thought it was maturity. However, he knew that it was just a prairie fire ignited by a few sparks. When the fire was raging, a sudden ice rain extinguished the fire, leaving only a wasteland after the rain.

When the emcee asked him if he was willing to marry the beautiful bride in front of him, his eyes became a little blurry, and the person in his mind slowly overlapped with the daughter in front of him who was a perfect match for him. She was wearing a white wedding dress, and under the veil she blinked her extremely clear eyes and looked at him without saying a word, but he could see that he didn't say he was willing. She became anxious, frowned and pursed her lips. She was obviously emotional, but she said nothing. She was always so well-behaved.

He smiled indulgently: [Don’t worry, I’ll tell you…]

"I do"

He was suddenly awakened by the roar of applause from the audience. His eyes met the gentle smile of the person opposite him.

It’s not her, that’s not her. The sudden happiness in his heart was shattered, and he smiled helplessly.

Yes, why was she standing here? He had expected from the day he met her that their relationship would end here.

The emcee asked the newlyweds to exchange rings. The moment he handed over the rings, his eyes unconsciously glanced towards the hotel gate with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Will she come?

He deliberately made a big show of publicizing his wedding, wishing that every household in every street and alley could receive the news that Zou Shengting was going to get married.

His family thought that he was promoting the marriage in this way because he was satisfied with it.

In fact, he was almost going to find her and yell in her ear with a loud speaker that he was getting married.

Will she come?

Would she open the door and come at him?

Will she take him away regardless of worldly opinions for his sake?

She will...

…

What if she comes?

He thought about it.

If she really came, pushed open the hotel door and walked towards him unwaveringly, told him that she was wrong and shouldn't have left without saying a word, and asked him if he was willing to go with her.

Then myself...

I will definitely not go with her easily!

Who made her leave without saying goodbye? She must be left alone, so that she can reflect on her mistakes. She can't be forgiven too quickly. At least...

Three minutes!

What? Three minutes is too long?

Yes, girls all love to save face, not to mention there are so many people around.

If she's not happy, two minutes is fine...

Okay, okay, one minute, no less. If it’s any less, where will Mr. Zou’s face be? He really can’t stand her pouting and aggrieved look.

He waited and waited, hoped and hoped, but he didn't see the figure he missed, but waited for the master of ceremonies to say, "The groom is so excited that he is moved to tears."

He then realized that he had already burst into tears, and the tightly closed door had never been opened.

Ning Yifan and others sitting in the guest seats clearly noticed that something was wrong with Zou Shao. They also knew the story between him and that girl, but they were really powerless to do anything.

He looked at Shen Yueyan beside him, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hand.

Fortunately, they won't experience this.

But when that time really comes, what he has to endure is far more than what Zou Shao has to endure.

…

Sure enough, she didn't come. And, she was so well behaved, how could she do such a thing?

And he will never know that behind that door, in the biting cold wind, there is also someone crying inconsolably.

The thin figure stood in the cold wind, her little hands, frozen purple, tightly grasping the door handle. The warmth falling from her face hit the ground and solidified into ice. His beautiful hair, which he had loved so much, fell down as he liked, swaying in the wind.

She thought it was ridiculous that she had just wanted to push open the door and wander around the world holding his hand.

She laughed at herself, wondering how she deserved it. What right did she have to let a child of destiny follow her through life? He should be living a life of high and might, shining like the glaring sun, not being dragged into the mire by her.

He was a ray of light that shone upon her in her most difficult times, allowing her to face the world without feeling so embarrassed.

She had possessed it briefly, and now she released it back into the sky where it belonged.

Without her, he is still that distant and untouchable light. She will always remember the heat and warmth shining on her at that time. This is enough to make her feel happy and warm when she thinks about it every time she can't sleep on a cold night. This is enough to withstand the long nights to come.

"The bride and groom begin their toast."

Amidst the piano music, she quietly turned and left.

The moment she turned around, a long hair on her clothes fell at the entrance of the hotel. The wind blew it inside through the gap in the door and finally landed on a pair of extremely exquisite black leather shoes.

And this incident and this person became an existence that he could not mention in his future life. During the countless dark nights that he could not endure, he could only rely on the few memories that he was unwilling to forget to get through the long night.

This cold winter is not warmer because of the couples. It is still so cold, and the north wind pierces into the bone marrow.

When they met again at "Encounter", it was still the same group of people, still the same box, and different faces were reflected under the gorgeous colored lights.

God is really fair. He gives them time to experience and be willful, to meet that special person. They love, hate, cry and laugh. Unfortunately, some win, and the person they think of in their hearts becomes the person in their arms, while some lose miserably, and the person in their arms eventually becomes the person they think of, and they can only let their longing fly away.

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