Chapter 34 Snowball, Dad has avenged you
On the deck of the cruise ship, the sea breeze carried a salty smell, blowing the silver hair on Feng Mingzhou's forehead.
He held the pure white cat in his arms, his fingertips gently stroking its soft back.
"Snowball, Dad has avenged you."
The cat curled up meekly. All the noise and evil in this world had nothing to do with it.
Behind him, the door to the golf practice area was tightly closed, completely isolating the wailing and mess inside.
There was no expression on Feng Mingzhou's face. His eyes, which were once filled with the sea and stars, were now as silent as stagnant water.
Li Xu walked over quickly and reported in a low voice: "Boss Feng, the helicopter is ready."
Feng Mingzhou nodded without turning back or even looking at Li Xu.
He held the cat and walked towards the tarmac step by step.
The huge propeller stirred up the air flow, creating a strong wind, and his polo shirt was blown close to his body, outlining his thin waistline and broad shoulders.
He bent down and entered the cabin.
The helicopter slowly took off, leaving the luxury cruise ship far behind, turning into a smaller and smaller white dot on the blue sea.
"Snowball..." He lowered his head and looked at the kitten in his arms, his voice very hoarse.
The cat raised its head and looked at him with its wet black eyes that looked very similar to Gu Manman's.
His heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.
He buried his face in the cat's soft fur, like a lost child, just wanting to absorb a little bit of insignificant warmth.
Half an hour later, the helicopter landed on a pure white sand beach.
This is a private island deep in the Indian Ocean.
The sea water is as blue as the purest gem, presenting a dreamy sense of layering from light to dark.
The beach is dazzlingly white and as fine as the finest powdered sugar.
The sea breeze blew gently, carrying the unique sweet fragrance of tropical flowers.
Feng Mingzhou held the cat and walked down the helicopter barefoot.
The sand under my feet was warm, and the feeling came through my skin with a strange, unreal touch.
On the beach not far away, there stands a huge arch, which is made of countless white roses and gardenias.
Below the arch, all the way towards the sea, there is a thick layer of white gardenia petals, like freshly fallen snow in winter, clean and dust-free.
The setting sun is slowly sinking into the sea level, dyeing the sky and the sea a brilliant golden red.
The light is soft and warm, giving everything in sight an unreal, dreamy look.
Feng Mingzhou paused.
The floodgates of memory burst open, and her whispers in his arms that summer night rang in his ears with incredible clarity.
"…build a pure white flower arch on the beach, and cover the ground with gardenia petals, a thick layer that feels soft when you step on it, because you like the scent of gardenias."
At that time, he held her in his arms, and his voice was filled with excitement and longing that could not be concealed.
"The guests... are just the two of us, at most... plus Su Yu, the light bulb."
"My wife deserves the best."
He had made a solemn promise.
Now, the flower arch is here, the gardenias are here, and the sunset is just right.
However, the "wife" whom he promised to give the best of everything was sent to that death flight by his own hands.
Forever, forever, she was absent from the wedding that he had carefully prepared for her.
Feng Mingzhou changed into a simple white shirt with his sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing his solid muscles.
It was exactly the same as he had described to her.
He held the cat in his arms, step by step, stepping on the thick gardenia petals, towards the lonely flower arch.
The petals were soft and had a rich, her favorite scent.
Every step felt like stepping on his heart, causing a dull and lingering pain.
The waves gently hit the beach, making an eternal, whispering sound.
In the distance, in a makeshift kitchen, several figures in white chef uniforms were busy.
A Michelin three-star chef from France and a pastry chef from Italy.
They prepared lobster, oysters, and her favorite mango sticky rice as instructed.
Everything was just as perfect as he planned.
Perfect, like a cruel joke.
Feng Mingzhou walked to the flower archway and stopped.
He turned and faced the sea.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed his silver hair a sad golden color.
He gently put the cat down in his arms.
The kitten tilted its head to look at him, then sat down obediently at his feet and licked its paws.
Feng Mingzhou's gaze turned to the empty space beside him.
There, his bride should have been standing.
Wearing a pure white wedding gown and the veil he had chosen for her, her smile was brighter than the setting sun.
He slowly reached out and held a hand that didn't exist
All that my fingertips touched was the cool sea breeze and endless nothingness.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down violently, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
"I……"
A word was stuck in my throat, like a thousand-pound rock, and I couldn't utter a single word.
He had rehearsed the oath countless times in his mind, but at this moment, every word became the biggest irony to him.
He would like to.
He was willing to love her and cherish her, no matter for good or bad, for rich or poor, in health or sickness, until death parted them.
The overwhelming grief and regret completely engulfed him like a tsunami.
He slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of hot tears finally slid down silently.
Salty tears dripped onto the white gardenia petals at her feet, leaving a small dark mark.
He bent down and picked up the kitten at his feet again.
He buried his face deep in the cat's warm and soft fur, and his whole body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.
Suppressed, broken sobs overflowed from the deepest part of his throat and were soon quietly drowned out by the gentle sound of the waves.
“Manman…”
“Manman…”
“Manman…”
The setting sun completely sank into the sea level.
Night, like a huge black velvet curtain, slowly descended.
In the sky, sporadic stars began to twinkle.
The flower arch stands quietly on the beach, gently embraced by the darkness.
Feng Mingzhou held the cat and still stood there, motionless.
Like a lonely statue forgotten by time.
The sea breeze blew his silver hair, bringing the coolness of the night.
The feast prepared in the distance was ignored and gradually cooled down.
There was only the sound of waves, tirelessly washing the beach over and over again, as if playing an eternal, sad elegy for this wedding that only happened to one person.
He will be trapped here forever.
Trapped in a dream that he had woven for her but destroyed with his own hands.
Never, ever find the exit.
There is no redemption.
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