The wind in the corridor, for no apparent reason, stirred the hanging lanterns.
Ying Jing, dressed in festive attire, ran out from the house.
Jewels jingling melodiously.
Stopping Ying Zenan, who was walking ahead.
The person in front slowly halted, hearing Ying Jing's voice.
Ying Zenan attended his sister's wedding in formal attire.
He wore the same suit from when he first assumed his role in the Ying Family.
The tie was a color personally picked by Ying Jing.
Ying Zenan's eyes had a slight tearful gleam.
The pinch marks in his palm became ever deeper.
The pain in his body confirmed that this wasn't a dream.
Oh, heavens! If this is the ending of another story in a parallel world, please let Ying Jing and Wen Fu Cheng be happy forever.
Ying Zenan turned to look at the person not far away.
"Past, present, future. Brother will always be here."
...
Grateful to witness this century wedding.
