Ember Wilde

Seven years of youth, from school uniforms to wedding dresses, everyone knows how deeply I love Chi Yan.

The day I ran into him taking pictures with a marriage certificate with the impoverished student he supported, I was on my way to try on wedding dresses.

In the face of my questioning, he nonchalantly explained, "Xintong is about to die. Her only wish is to have a wedding before her funeral."

"Don't worry, the certificate is fake, we were just using the civil affairs bureau's scene for a photo."

After returning home, I took off the wedding ring on my hand and threw it into the toilet.

He bet with his friends that I would come back crying to beg him within three days.

Later, I posted on my Moments late at night, with a picture of a marriage certificate with someone else.

But Chi Yan went mad looking for me everywhere.

He stared at my hand interlocked with someone else's, eyes bloodshot, "Stop messing around, come back with me, okay?"



Fiancé Holds Wedding with Sponsored Impoverished Student

The door of the dressing room was slammed loudly.


Chi Yan's panicked eyes shifted from the shaking door to focus on my wedding dress.


It was the modified wedding dress I personally designed.


He seemed to be in pain, his body swaying as the knife in his hand fell onto the carpet, his arm still maintaining its previous position.


"I'm sorry for deceiving you back then, it was because I was so afraid of losing you!"


"An'an, if it weren't for Su Bai, would we still have a chance?"


I paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and slightly closed my eyes.


"Even if not now, maybe in a year, five years, ten years, we would still separate."


The door was broken open, and Su Bai and the police burst in.


As the police subdued him, the spotless dressing mirror reflected Chi Yan's disheveled figure.


The lights of the makeup mirror elongated his shadow.


In the moment he turned around, a fleeting trace of regret crossed his face.


Chapter 18