The woman remains beautiful and her love remains deep, but the young man is no longer here.
After walking down the long street, An Yuan'er finally married the man she loved, witnessed by everyone.
No more regrets.
A wedding dress is meant to be worn by the man you love.
When they arrived at the mausoleum, the sixth prince's coffin was to be buried, destined to be forever sealed underground, never to see the light of day.
An Yuan'er, dressed in her wedding gown, performed a stunning dance in front of the mausoleum, her last dance for the man she loved.
Her red dress fluttered, her delicate hands moved gracefully, and her watery eyes seemed to hold unspoken words, shimmering with light. The girl was as light as a swallow, her red dress twirling, flashing with beautiful colors, dancing out her final frenzy and intensity.
Only then did everyone realize that the legendary Fourth Miss An, who was said to know nothing about singing and dancing and only knew how to have fun, was not a good-for-nothing. Even her famous older sister, An Piao'er, the most beautiful woman in Shengjing, was probably not as good at dancing.
As the dance ended, An Yuan'er took off her fiery red wedding dress and threw it into the flames.
The fire gradually engulfed the red dress, and the brilliance of the red would eventually fade away, turning into the final dust.
Her beloved is gone; she will never wear a wedding dress again, nor will she ever dance again.
This funeral was also a wedding, and with everyone as witnesses, all the procedures were finally completed.
An Yuan'er has lost her beloved young man forever.
Everyone else left, but An Yuan'er remained in front of the tomb, guarding Yi Chenli.
Tonight is their wedding night, and she should be here.
An Yuan'er buried the box Yi Chenli had given her in the soil in front of Yi Chenli's grave. She didn't touch any of the money inside. She only wanted to give him all her memories.
That way, even in the afterlife, will he not forget her? Will he come back to find her in the next life?
The cold night wind howled. After taking off her wedding dress, An Yuan'er, wearing only a thin undergarment, stood in front of the sealed tomb, talking with Yi Chenli.
She no longer felt cold, but felt a deep emptiness in her heart.
She murmured to herself, "Ah Li, you married Yuan Yuan today, are you happy?"
No one could answer An Yuan'er; only the howling cold wind could be heard. Yet the girl continued to speak, speaking to the people inside the tomb.
Meanwhile, in the distance, a figure stood silently beside An Yuan'er, without saying a word, and was not noticed by An Yuan'er.
This person, dressed in blue, is none other than Lan Jingtang.
He desperately wanted to go over and drape a coat over the girl, but he restrained himself.
Because he understood the girl so well, because he knew that for her, this was a night that belonged only to her and that man, and she definitely didn't want anyone to disturb them.
However, Lan Jingtang was unwilling to leave.
He silently watched the girl, cried with her, listened to her sorrows, and shared her secrets in a way she was unaware of.
Lan Jingtang muttered to himself, "Yi Chenli, our bet hasn't even started yet, but why do I already feel like I have absolutely no chance of winning?"
Lan Jingtang sadly realized that death was not the end of a relationship. Death merely allowed that relationship to exist in another form; that girl was more stubborn and loved more deeply than he had imagined.
Even if Yi Chenli dies, it's still a worthwhile endeavor, something to be envied. Lan Jingtang had to admit this terrifying truth.
That night, the wind was strong and the weather was cold. The two people at the grave were each keeping company with their beloved.
All night long, sleepless...
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