Qin Zixiao looked at the guests below the stage, some he knew, others he didn’t, but all of them came to offer blessings to him and Li Xin.
Glancing at Li Xin across from him, her face featured delicate makeup, her willow brows arching gracefully, a lovely smile gleaming on her petite face. Read complete versıon only at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
Yet, for a fleeting moment, Li Xin before his eyes... transformed into the visage of An Xiaoyu. There she was, smiling sweetly, calling out tenderly: "Zixiao brother!"
Those four words echoed in his ears, lingering in his mind...
He recalled scenes from his childhood one after another...
He still remembered her crying so heartbreakingly by the lotus pond.
"Hmm, I believe you!"
He gave her an apple.
"Don’t worry, this isn’t a poisonous apple conjured by an evil Empress with magic! So... you won’t get poisoned like Snow White!"
Then, she broke into a smile through her tears.
In a daze, her small face before him magnified bit by bit, the gash in his heart grew larger and tore deeper, a numbing pain as if blood was seeping through began to spread at his heart, gradually invading his viscera... the pain so intense he could hardly breathe.
He remembered that drizzly evening, the driver taking him home, when he saw her after being kicked out of the car by Chu Mucheng, even though she was splattered with mud, even though she had no umbrella over her head, she still walked so spiritedly, so lightly.
At that time, he learned her name from the driver...
Since then, that name seemed to have been etched at the bottom of his heart!
He also remembered, before she went abroad, how tenderly she had said to him, Zixiao brother, you must wait for me to come back!
But... in the end, he didn’t wait!
He thought of the day of the school anniversary, in the Purple Wisteria covered corridor, the girl leaning quietly against the pillar, eyes closed, her image... had been deeply imprinted in his heart.
At that time, his heart was fluttering uneasily.
That day, he stole a kiss, yet it was... so heart-wrenchingly painful.
Qin Zixiao just felt his heart beating more and more vigorously, and his head buzzing in spells.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, steadied his mind, trying to cast aside all the tumultuous emotions in his heart.
When he opened his eyes again, the enchanting face of Li Xin suddenly seemed so unfamiliar, so distant!
The woman before him was about to become his fiancée.
And his own life, the decades to come, he was going to spend them all with her?
In that instant, Qin Zixiao’s heart once again began to feel restlessly agitated, like a wild beast trapped for thousands of years slowly awakening, starting to roar, to bare its fangs, struggling to break free from the iron chains that bind it.
It wanted to leap into the sky, to break free from everything, to be free...
The master of ceremonies took the stage, picking up the microphone: "Today is the day Mr. Qin Zixiao and Miss Li Xin get engaged, on this..."
Before the master of ceremonies could finish, Qin Zixiao stepped forward, suddenly snatching the microphone from his hand.
Suddenly, everyone was stunned, and so was Li Xin.
"Zixiao... what are you..."
Li Xin, looking at Qin Zixiao’s expressionless face, suddenly had an ominous premonition.
She shook her head frantically, wanting to stop him, but...
A deep, restrained voice, filled with a hint of suppression yet tinged with a touch of madness, burst forth from the microphone.
"Sorry, today’s engagement ceremony... is cancelled!"