"Lili, I’m nervous..."
"I’m really nervous..."
Afraid Tang Xiaohua wouldn’t believe him, he repeated it seriously once more, his voice brushing against her ear, tickling her.
"What are you nervous about?"
"Just feeling... it wasn’t easy... Lili, four years ago when I pulled you to register for our marriage, I wasn’t this nervous."
Tang Xiaohua took a deep breath, turned in his arms, her chin slightly raised, her lips almost touching his, bathed in the reddish glow of the night light, yet her apricot eyes were sparkling clear,
"If you let me down, I’ll make sure you have no place to rest even in death."
Her hand rested on his slightly cool cheek.
A person lives a hundred years, but a soul endures for a thousand. In this mysterious world, she was not the only one granted rebirth.
Every six hundred to a thousand years, there are two or three such people.
Do they all, like her, still fall in love with the person they loved in their past life?
A soul’s rebirth, breaking through time and space, comes from the living’s obsession with the departed.
If that were true, she might really need to spend this life pondering and figuring it out.
Their gazes locked, the determination in her eyes shooting straight into his heart.
He lowered his head and captured her lips.
A light touch turned into an intimate embrace, his hand cradling her head, imprisoning her tightly before his eyes, lips and tongues entwined, warming the enchanting atmosphere of the room.
The day before the wedding, she was just like usual, nothing different.
The slight anxiety and nervousness were because of Lu Xiaoer.
Sometimes, she really couldn’t understand Lu Xiaoer; born into a distinguished family, yet she always appeared to be without desires, seeming to care more about the lives of those who suffer than her own.
Wherever there was a disaster, she would run there, do volunteer work, and it was unclear if she was acting out against her family or genuinely had the heart of a Bodhisattva.
Even as a military person, she didn’t reach Lu Xiaoer’s level of dedication.
Follow orders, complete missions... Her purpose seemed to be self-achievement, not truly as declared with solemn promise during the enlistment ceremony—to defend the country at all costs, ready to sacrifice the individual self for the greater good.
Even if her thoughts deviated, she and Xiaoer were, in a way, achieving the same goal through different paths.
Xiaoer’s flight was at eleven at night; they had arranged that after getting off the plane, she would come directly to the President Mansion, and if early enough, could even rest for a few hours.
After becoming pregnant, her routine had become too regular, and she was more lethargic than usual.
Plus, that thirty-year-old man, nervously pacing at home, hadn’t come back to sleep; by the time she woke up, it was already six-thirty in the morning.
It was Uncle Wei who knocked and woke her up.
Tang Xiaohua glanced at the clock and quickly sat up,
"Uncle Wei, hasn’t Xiaoer arrived yet? Didn’t we send someone to pick her up?"
"The flight was delayed and it departed after two in the morning. She probably hasn’t arrived yet; the driver is still waiting at the airport, will definitely pick up Miss Xiaoer."
Tang Xiaohua grabbed her phone and frowned,
"The plane was delayed and the girl didn’t even send me a message."
Wei Yuandong chuckled,
"You should get up first; the makeup artist has already arrived."
Tang Xiaohua got out of bed, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and sat down for the makeup artist to do her makeup.
She kept her phone in sight the entire time.
Watching from seven to eight, then eight to nine, the flight had landed more than half an hour ago.
But there was still no news from Lu Xiaoer...
Tang Xiaohua became more anxious, frequently furrowing her brows, her wedding dress untouched.
"Xiao Li, Young Master Zhongli has arrived."