At the door of the church, Qin Muzhen had already changed into a neat black dress, smiling and nodding at every wedding guest.

At this moment, Nie Sheng ran over in a panic and whispered to him for a while. His expression changed drastically. Then the two of them hurried out regardless of the confusion of others.

In the car, Qin Mujie asked: "Where did he stop the car?"

"Go back to Mr. Mu, take the Luo'an Expressway——."

"Where are you going?"

"According to someone who was there at the time: "It was walking towards the north."

"North?" Qin Mu frowned, then stepped on the accelerator.

****** *****

"Bang!" The remote control was smashed to pieces, and the young man stood up in response, his face ashen.

"Xia Tong, stop being so self-righteous!" he said through gritted teeth after a long while.

"Are you panicked?"

He strode forward, grabbed her neck, and pushed her to the wall behind him: "Xia Tong, let me tell you, even if my brother is standing in front of me now, I can strangle you to death with one hand!"

"You won't." She said firmly, "Because this is where your mother once lived, and you can't kill me here."

Judging from how much he cared for those slippers just now, every cup and plate here is of great significance to him. Apart from being his mother's former residence, Xia Tong couldn't find any other reason.

Qin Muxun was startled, and his scorching eyes swept around and around her face. Finally, when he stared at her, his eyes were already filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes, which made the person who just looked at her feel terrified.

After a long while, he finally let go and walked to the TV. He put a CD in the obviously old disc player.

To Xia Tong's surprise, he was actually watching Doraemon cartoons.

The young man hugged his knees and sat on the ground. With his hair as black as ebony and a clean shirt, he was sitting quietly at this moment. He was completely different from the usually angry young man who always deliberately stirred up trouble.

In the confusion of light and shadow, his face was a little uncertain.

"You..." Xia Tong felt that everything in front of her was a bit ridiculous, but she couldn't laugh. Vaguely, she seemed to feel that she had entered an unknown world. Everything here was so chaotic that she was at a loss.

"Come and sit..." Qin Muxuan pointed to the seat next to him.

Xia Tong walked over and sat down as instructed.

Time, distance, air, light... everything is imprisoned. In the paused seconds, everything becomes dim and faded.

He was watching it very seriously, episode after episode, tirelessly. From time to time he would laugh along with the plot, lightly, but so cleanly that it was touching.

For a moment, Xia Tong even felt that the heart of the young man in front of him had always been closed. No one could guess what he was thinking, what he was doing, and what exactly he needed?

All the care seemed so close to him, within reach, yet so strange and terrifying.

The afternoon passed quickly. After finishing one disc, he got up to change another one...

At this moment, Xia Tong heard the sound of the door to the living room being locked, and she stood up. The door opened, and a group of people poured in, led by Qin Mujie, who looked obviously unhappy.

He strode towards Xia Tong, held her hand, and stopped her behind him. Then he slapped Qin Muxun in front of him hard on the face - 'Pah!'

The young man froze on the spot.

"You disappoint me so much!" After he said that, he pulled Xia Tong and walked out of the door angrily.

***** *****

In the car, Qin Mujie checked her whole body, "Did he do anything to you?"

Xia Tong shook his head: "No."

He was still not at ease: "Really?"

"Yes." Xia Tong nodded: "Mu Xuan is just a child who is playing around with me. Don't blame him too much. We just sat and watched some CDs in the afternoon, and he didn't do anything to me."

He was slightly relieved: "You don't know, you really scared me just now. That kid has always been naughty and ignorant. I really don't know why my dad keeps pampering him so much. I don't want to care about him a long time ago..."

He drove and shook his head, seemingly helpless.

Xia Tong turned his head and looked at the scenery passing by outside the window. But his mind was always fixed on the scene in the villa in the afternoon: a thin and slender figure, sitting lonely, his eyes were quiet, as if there was no emotion, and he was like stagnant water.

peaceful.

It seems that I have always been in the endless darkness, wandering alone and unable to find the exit of light.

Xia Tong suddenly couldn't help but ask: "How did Qin Muxun's mother die?"

He glanced at her: "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

"……."

He held her hand and said calmly: "Let the past be bygones. There are many things that we cannot explain clearly in just a few words now."

Xia Tong lowered his head: "Actually, I think - he seems to be hiding something in his heart. As an elder brother, you should still take good care of him."

He laughed, stretched out his hand and pinched her face: "I know, you should pay more attention to my husband in the future. I will be jealous if you always care about other people's affairs..."

Fortunately, in the end, the wedding finally went through without any danger.

When Qin Mujie took her hand and walked out of the car, a burst of cheers broke out from the crowd. The tall ancient building stood quietly and solemnly. At the end of the brown-yellow main entrance aisle, the godfather held a Bible and smiled at him. The flower girl followed.

Keeping a distance of one meter behind them, petals fell from the sky from time to time, making the scene extremely dreamy.

The warm sunshine shines on the body of the man next to him, making his tall figure, strong facial features, and well-tailored black suit look particularly pleasing to the eye.

Xia Tong held his arm and walked forward, step by step, walking extremely carefully. At the end was another world. A world that she had never set foot in, but was filled with happiness.

The quiet church was filled with relatives and friends, and everyone held their breath, waiting for this most solemn and wonderful moment to arrive.

"I want her (him) to be my wife (husband)..."

…

"From this day on, we have each other and support each other, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer"

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"Till death do us part."

…

He lowered his head and took her hand. He didn't know who was nervous at this moment, but he felt the wet touch in his hand, so soft and sticky that it was impossible to separate.

After putting on the ring, her eyes were filled with water, but the hand on one side held him impartially.

Hold each other tightly, as if they will never be separated.
Chapter completed!