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

When I woke up the next day, the bedroom curtains were drawn, and a stream of sunlight penetrated through the cracks, casting onto the dim room and the silk sheets.


I felt as if my whole body had been repeatedly run over by a truck.


Su Bai was propping his head with his arm, tilted his head and watched me, his upper body exposed, muscles firm and lines exceptionally graceful.


There were clear scratch marks and crescent-shaped nail imprints on his solid chest.


My head felt like it was going to explode, and fragments of memory slowly surged in. Scenes of me desperately calling for help last night flashed through my mind, frame by frame.


My cheeks instantly burned, feeling as if I'd been struck by lightning.


Embarrassed, I buried my face into the pillow, not daring to look at him.


Su Bai extended his long arm, pulling me into his embrace, and handed a cup of water to my lips, "Comfortable?"


Chapter 9