[From: Not Wanting to Say I Love You: Chapter 7 – Wedding]
Outside, Tong Baichuan looked worried but smiled when she appeared.
“Xuan Xuan? Why did you lock yourself inside?” Tong Baichuan couldn’t help but ask, having heard that Han Bing had been there, casting a meaningful glance towards the end of the hallway.
Ou Xueman hooked her arm in his, acting coquettish, “I was just a bit nervous and wanted to be alone.”
“Hehe… well, it’s a major life event, being nervous is unavoidable. But Dad and Mom are right here supporting you,” Tong Baichuan encouraged her.
In Tong Baichuan’s full of love, she found some perseverance, her smile becoming more genuine, “Yes, with Dad and Mom here, I’m not nervous.”
“Okay, let’s go. But be prepared, there are quite a few reporters outside,” Tong Baichuan carefully advised.
Ou Xueman took several deep breaths, smiling sweetly, “Okay, I’m ready.”
“Then let’s go.”
Their footsteps echoed through the long corridor, and as they moved away, a person emerged from the other end of the hallway.
His black formal jacket was open, wearing a matching vest and white shirt, looking heroic. He reached to adjust his bowtie, a faint smile on his lips, slowly murmuring, “Tong… Yi… Xuan?
Di Xihuang’s low voice was not displeased at all, but rather somewhat excited, which caught her off guard.
Tong Baichuan smiled softly, handing her hand to Di Xihuang.
The moment their hands touched, she felt an unusually cold sensation penetrating her glove, seeping into her palm.
She looked up at him as he led her to the priest. His profile seemed like a mask—perfect yet unreal.
During the ceremony, she did not know what the priest was saying. Her gaze was vacant, staring at the Bible in the priest’s hands. Only when the priest called her did she realize she had been lost in thought for a long time, having missed several calls from him, which caused whispers among the guests.
The priest cleared his throat, silencing the venue, and asked again, “Tong Yixuan, do you willingly marry Di Xihuang, become his wife, and support each other through good and bad, wealth or poverty, sickness or health, loving and cherishing each other until death?”
“I… I…”
