The red dress that stung his eyes, under this loud shout...

There was a 'bang' in my head, which was completely broken...

…

"Worship the heaven and the earth..."

The sweat on Jun Mojue's palms wet Mao'er's palms, and Lielie's red clothes were flying among the petals flying in the sky... Mao'er's eyes gradually became cold and silent...

Everyone in the audience watched this scene with bated breath, cautiously not daring to make a sound. They felt that this scene was so beautiful that it was breathtaking...

Jun Mojue's eyes gradually filled with mist, and he was reluctant to let go of Mao'er's hand from beginning to end... Finally, finally... will his beloved woman become his bride?

*

"From today on, I will protect you under my wings. I will block all difficulties in the future. I will give you all the love I can give in this world. I, Ye Wuqing, swear with my life that I will never let you down."

, I will never hurt you, are you willing to trust me, are you willing to give yourself to me, are you willing to marry me?"

"I love you, I love you..."

"I will accompany you in the future, never leave, never let go!"

"In this life, I will not marry anyone but you!"

"..."

"..."

Looking at the two men and women with their fingers intertwined, Ye Wuqing's head suddenly started to hurt. Many pictures kept intertwining in his mind. Everything was a woman in black, her smiling eyebrows, her aloof eyes...

...is his true love and his unwavering protection...

Stay with each other all the way, life and death...

Ahhh...that name kept struggling in my mind, as if it was about to be torn apart...

But who is it? Who is it? Why can’t I remember anything&

What's her name?

who is she?

Ahhh...

…

There was nothing left in his eyes, only red eyes, and the flowers flying all over the sky became the most terrifying existence in his eyes...

"Two bows to the high hall..."

As the second voice sounded, Ye Wuqing's heart was suffocated, and her eyes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding...

"No, no... there is a voice in the depths of my soul that keeps ringing..."

He stared intently at Mao'er and Jun Mo Jue, watching the two men slowly bend down and lower their heads towards Xia Xiang, Cang Han, and Yue Shuiyun...

…

A picture flashed through his mind, it was a charming woman and a cold man, the woman was cold and charming, the man was enchanting, under the old age, they vowed no regrets...

This was a scene he had fantasized about countless times, playing out again and again in his dreams. The face of that woman was...

It gradually became clear in his mind...

Gradually it becomes clear...

…

Jun Mojue held Mao'er's hand, as if he had exhausted all his life's strength and was only left with the last step. God is really wise and gave him such a happy moment. His eyes were filled with mist and the corners of his mouth were high.

The cocked...

Qingcheng, my beloved woman...

Qingcheng, my bride...

…

"Couple greetings!"

The last sound sounded, especially loud and clear. This was already the last prayer, and there was only one more time left to complete it...

Jun Mojue and Mao'er looked at each other...

It was not a traditional wedding, so there was no red hijab blocking Mao'er's sight. When their eyes met, they could only see the infinite joy in Jun Mojue's eyes. It seemed that since that incident, he had never seen this man smiling like this again.

Get over it!

Mao'er's eyes were as deep as a thousand-year-old well, as if it could suck a person's soul in with just one glance. She had not looked in that direction since she first saw Qingqing...

Now, in front of her is Jun Mo Jue, whose face is full of joy...

This is the last chance for them all...

In Jun Mo Jue's eyes is unwavering love, a lifelong devotion...

Look deeply, deeply...

Then, the head slowly lowered...

…

"boom……"

It was at this last moment that Ye Wuqing's head seemed to be torn apart instantly...

The face that had been deeply suppressed in my mind became clear in an instant. The woman smiled sweetly. She had a pair of charming phoenix eyes, as lazy as a cat. She had a beautiful face, as charming as a flower. Her forehead

There is a bloody lotus. She is Xia Qingcheng, the woman he loves with his soul. How could he forget her...

…

"Qingcheng..."

"Xia Qingcheng..."

What a cry it was, a roar bursting from the depths of the soul with heart-rending surprise and regret...

…

At the last moment...

Mao'er and Jun Mojue were about to lower their heads, but they suddenly stopped under this roar...

The cat's head suddenly lifted up and looked at Ye Qingqing...

The man in red's eyes were bloodshot and wide open, with big tears falling from his eyes. He stared at Mao'er and Jun Mojue without blinking...

A man never sheds tears easily. The tears in his ruthless eyes at this night were like broken beads...

He regrets, he blames himself, he feels uncomfortable, he is heartbroken...

…

"Qingcheng, Qingcheng..."

"Qingcheng..."

"Qingcheng...!"

"Qingcheng..."

"Qingcheng..."

Over and over again, sentence after sentence, except for these two words, Ye Wuqing could not say anything else...

Cat's eyes were red, and her red lips were pursed tightly. At this last moment, you finally remembered, right? Did you remember...

…

He lifted his steps and walked slowly towards Ye Qingqing...

But he found that his hand was tightly grasped...

Jun Mojue stood there like a statue. His happiness and his true love were shattered by that shocking roar...

Happiness, his happiness was clearly at hand, but it was just one step away, so why did it slip away...

…

There seemed to be something tearing in his chest, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even breathe...

Mao'er's eyes were looking in the direction of Ye Qingqing, and her feet were walking towards another man. So what should he do? Was he abandoned? Was he going to be alone? If happiness never comes, then

He might still be able to survive... At this moment, if Mao'er let go of his hand, Jun Mo Jue felt that he would die the next moment...

"Qingcheng, don't leave!"

His voice was hoarse, his eyes were fixed on the cat, and tears poured out in his silver-gray eyes. His last hope...

Why, why do you think of Biting at this time?

You obviously don’t remember it a moment ago, you have obviously forgotten it, why do you have to remember it, Ye Qingqing...
To be continued...