Dongcheng Yao, Xi Chen, even Rong Hua and Rong Jing were all present, and... Su Luoyin saw the purple figure in the crowd at a glance, and... Luo Wen, she was here too.
Su Luoyin shifted her gaze away indifferently, looked straight ahead, and walked towards the man of her destiny.
The first step is a match made in heaven, a bond that lasts forever.
With her red skirt swaying, Su Luoyin walked forward with the support and guidance of the people beside her.
The second step is fate and coincidence, a happy marriage.
Dozens of miles of red. Countless red flowers strewn along the roadside, the wind whipping up fiery crimson blossoms and scattering them everywhere. Countless red ribbons were tied to the trees, and everywhere was ablaze with red. Su Luoyin made her way through the surging crowd, slowly approaching the man also dressed in red.
Comb once to the ends. Comb twice to the ends. Comb three times until the white hair reaches the eyebrows.
Today, Qian Yue had shed his usual black robes. His jet-black hair was tied back with a red crown. His red attire accentuated his extraordinary handsomeness. The dazzling crimson garb softened Qian Yue's resolute and handsome features. Even his once bloodthirsty eyes took on a touch of warmth the moment he laid eyes on Su Luoyin. His crimson wedding gown, richly embroidered with gold, exuded the utmost dignity and elegance. His scarlet groom's suit accentuated his perfect figure, clean and bright, yet imbued with the dignity of royalty. He stood there, watching Su Luoyin, clad in a crimson gown, step towards him. He stared at her, her slender figure held straight. His whole demeanor, handsome and handsome, radiated an innate nobility. Just as in his previous life, he still seemed unattainable, yet down to earth.
Was it an illusion? Su Luoyin couldn't help but look at the man on the high platform. Their past kept appearing in her mind over and over again. But for some reason, her heart, along with her blood, began to slowly grow cold.
Has it been that long?
Qianyue, Qianyue.
Su Luoyin took slow steps, her red skirt fluttering. She seemed to be at the deepest bottom of the sea. To her, everything around her seemed illusory, and she herself was like a puppet being controlled by someone. She counted down slowly in her heart, and just as she was about to step towards the platform, she heard a roar in her ears, as if something was blown apart with a "boom-".
Su Luoyin's steps stopped because of this sound. She slowly retracted the step she had taken, but she did not feel much surprise or fear in her heart. She just lamented silently in her heart, this step, in the end, I still couldn't take it?
The third step is to make the zither and the harp play in harmony, respect each other like guests, share the same virtues and hearts, like playing the zither and the drums, and blooming in pairs.
Finally, he died. Su Luoyin closed his eyes and slowly turned around.
"You finally couldn't help but take action?" Qian Yue was not at all surprised by this. He withdrew his gaze from Su Luoyin and looked at everyone.
"Although it's unlucky to see blood on someone's wedding day, there's nothing I can do about it. After all, I absolutely loathe both this wedding and its host," Dongcheng Yao replied with a smile. His gaze was clearly teasing, but it was no longer as uninhibited as before. Instead, it was cold, bone-chilling. Behind him, countless men had drawn their weapons. The city gates had been breached, and the mighty army had already assembled and was marching through the damaged gates.
This is the opportunity they have been waiting for.
"It's just the right time. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Qian Yue didn't get angry but smiled instead, looking at the people below as if he had already expected it.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
