The magnificent and solemn European-style church. At the bottom of the priest’s steps stood a middle-aged man in a suit, his features showing signs of age yet not masking his youthful handsomeness. Now, he carried an added sense of steadiness and composure gained through life’s experiences. His eyes looked towards the door, his gaze indifferent, his face showing neither joy nor sorrow. Today was his wedding day, but he couldn’t feel any happiness. When he was young, he also fantasized about a day . He would stand here, watching the woman he loved walking towards him in a beautiful white wedding dress, handing her hand to him, and under the priest’s witness, they would make vows for a lifetime. But then his dream shattered. He thought, he would remain unmarried for life, stay by her side, and watch her happiness and joy, without any regrets. Because, in this lifetime, no other woman could move his heart. Better alone than in bad company, and he didn’t want to harm another woman. But that night, an accident happened. There was a night of intimacy, and there was a child. He had to take up his responsibility. Xiao Die was innocent, and so was the child. Let it be this way. He couldn’t give Xiao Die love, but he could give her a home, protect her and the child from worries for a lifetime, to compensate for his mistakes. How much time is left in life anyway? The woman he was waiting for would never come back; he couldn’t let down another woman. In a daze, he saw a gentle figure appear at the end of the red carpet, with golden light behind her, so bright that he could hardly see her face. The white wedding dress trailed behind her, and in her hands, she held a bouquet of lilies, walking towards him with... excited steps. "Yiyi..." he murmured, almost obsessed, watching the woman slowly walk toward him. The voice disappeared with the wind, too soft to be heard clearly. Ji Die was very nervous. That short stretch felt as long as a century. Fine beads of sweat had already appeared on her forehead, and she almost tripped over her dress, nearly falling to the ground. Yun Ya, acting as her bridesmaid beside her, quickly reached out to support her, whispering, "Aunt Die, take a deep breath, relax." Ji Die followed her instructions, taking a deep breath in and slowly exhaling. Her nervousness indeed eased quite a bit. Standing in front of Qin Zhuan, Qin Zhuan stared straight at Ji Die, and Ji Die shyly lowered her head. Yun Ya narrowed her eyes slightly. Who did Uncle Qin see through Ji Die? She smiled and reminded, "Uncle Qin, is Aunt Die so beautiful that you’ve lost yourself gazing at her?" Ji Die’s cheeks turned even redder, like the fiery sunset clouds, adding a bit of allure. This text is hosted at novelFɪre.net Qin Zhuan came to his senses, suppressing the disappointment in his heart, and smiled as he extended his hand towards Ji Die. His palm was broad, his fingers long and slender, with thin calluses growing on his palm, showing the hardship he had endured through his hands. Ji Die stared blankly, and with Yun Ya’s small reminder, she smiled and placed her delicate hand into his. At that moment, the warmth transmitted through their palms flowed through her arm and spread throughout her body, making her shyly lower her head, her heart sweet as silk. The priest began to recite the vows. The kind and solemn voice echoed repeatedly in the vast church, and her originally tense mood miraculously calmed down. "Do you, no matter if he becomes poor or wealthy in the future, no matter if he remains healthy or falls ill, promise to always be with him?" The priest looked at Ji Die. "I do." Ji Die nodded firmly. The priest then looked at Qin Zhuan, "Do you, no matter if she becomes poor or wealthy in the future, no matter if she remains healthy or falls ill, promise to always be with her?" Qin Zhuan looked at the woman standing before him, her delicate brows, clear and gentle beauty, with a tender and homely aura, not to mention, she was currently looking at him with eyes full of love. This is the woman about to become his wife. Ji Die was looking at him expectantly, at this moment, her heart was almost pounding out of her chest, so nervous that cold sweat was breaking out all over her body. Yun Ya glanced at him, then looked sideways towards the door, her hand hanging at her side secretly clenched into a fist. She glanced at the audience. There were only a few people. Qin Du and Yun Miao sat side by side in the front row. Seeing her gaze, Qin Du smiled at her warmly, and Yun Miao waved excitedly at her. Qin Zhuan’s lips moved slightly, a few words stuck in his throat. At the moment when he was about to speak, a seven or eight-year-old boy suddenly walked in from the door. He was wearing a small black suit, a red bow tie at his collar, his lips red and teeth white, with a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth, bouncing in.