"Mr. Lin! Why are you here?"
"Miss Zhao."
Lin Song lowered his head from a distance, looking very relaxed. His smile was so sincere that it was even brighter than the moon.
"Lin, I will never taint the girl's reputation."
Zhao Ying's heart skipped a beat.
Then his eyes slowly drooped.
…
On the second day of the wedding, the sound of gongs echoed for a long time at the door of the Minister's Mansion.
The sound of bells rang from morning to afternoon, but there was no sign of the groom.
Zhao Ying sat in the house, watching the sun gradually setting outside. The veil had disappeared. She had been watching like this from sunrise to sunset.
Because he didn't want her to be bound by an engagement, he was unwilling to even take the first step in the process.
Forget it, forget it.
"Girl! The uncle hasn't come yet! What should we do?"
A maidservant burst into tears beside Zhao Ying, bringing her back to her senses.
She touched the little maid's eyes and wiped away her tears
"fine."
"After all, Master Lin and I are not destined to be together."
…
When Gu Qingsheng and Xu Qingyi found Lin Song, he was already leaning against An Yi's tombstone, lifeless.
However, his expression was very peaceful and content, as if he was finally satisfied. He was holding his mother's tablet in his arms, with a slight crack in the wood.
He just leaned on her like he was leaning on his lover's shoulder.
On An Yi's tombstone, a red veil with festive tassels slowly swayed in the wind.
——I have tried to forget you.
——But I find that nothing in the sky can compare to you.
—If I could rest in your arms.
——Does that mean I married you?
——My love, sleep well.
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