Drifting Towards You

Xiang Yi also stood in the crowd, his expression calm, still not much expression.

He just clapped vigorously, with thunderous applause.

His gaze was deep and calm, falling on the smiling woman, never moving away.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye he has been with her for so long.

It's just that he still remembers.

In that dark and bitter night, he was embarrassed and most desolate and pitiful.

She walked on light and shadow, very sacred...

He is willing to guard her like this, forever.

He is willing to sacrifice his life to her, anytime.

Even if there is already another man who will stand in front of her to shield her from the wind and rain, let him guard behind her and follow the wind and rain.

...

On a corner of a cliff not far from the sea, Song Ziming stood in the wind for a long time, lost in consciousness.

He looked at the wedding, which was not a grand but very warm wedding.

She wore a beautiful white gauze, but she didn't belong to him anymore.

It is ridiculous that he spent his whole life planning and planning, but in the end he didn't even know what he wanted.

Ridiculous...really ridiculous.

The salty sea breeze is full of bitterness, and it won't bloom for a long time.

The years that have been with him, the time abandoned by him like a shoe, the sincere heart that has been trampled on by him, the love that has been abandoned by him.

All that was once at his fingertips but was ruthlessly abandoned by him, now turned into bone pain and endless regret, eroding him day by day.

"Late late..."

He whispered her name, knowing he should let it go.

But why is it so difficult, even if the heart is gouged out, it is also difficult to do.

Song Ziming lowered his eyes lightly to cover the pain in his eyes.

He wanted to hug her, he wanted to touch her head again, he wanted to comfort her when she was sad, and he wanted to be with her.

However, everything can't be done.

Can't do it anymore.

"Master, it's windy here. You are not in a good shape yet, so go back first." The driver couldn't help but reminded.

"I... look again." Song Ziming spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

The driver was a little puzzled. He didn't understand why his eyes were filled with grief, as if... as if he could never see it again.

But he also didn't understand why the young master of Mu Shao's wedding had to come over.

He sighed softly, but didn't urge any more.

It was not until the wedding ceremony was over that Song Ziming slowly looked back.

"Let's go." He turned and walked away slowly.

The driver followed him, and only felt that the figure was desolate and lonely.

Late night, I won't bless you...

I can not do it.

Because it hurts too much, I really can't do it.

Sitting in the car, the car drove into the winding mountain road, Song Ziming looked at the mountains and seas in the distance, his eyes darkened a bit.

Afterlife... there must be an afterlife.

Since this life is already the afterlife, who knows that there will not be another afterlife.

At that time, he will definitely remember her.

Will treat her well.

Will give her everything before Mu Beiting.

Song Ziming lowered his eyes lightly, yes, since this life is a new life, why there will be no afterlife.

Thinking of this, his heart seemed to have another hope.

On the other side, after the ceremony, the guests chatted casually around.

On the lawns on both sides of the red carpet, white long tables were displayed, with a dazzling array of fruits, pastries, and champagne towers.

With the aroma of roses, the champagne tulle is especially warm.

Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting were quarreled for taking pictures.

Because they were all familiar friends and relatives, Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting accompany them to take pictures for a long time.