It was this church again.
He had waited for her at this church for seven days and nights.
He waited and waited, continuously announcing in the media that he was waiting for his bride.
But she didn't come.
Not the first day, not the second day, not after seven days…
Eight months passed, and she still didn't come.
She would never come back, everyone said so.
From the first day she left, they had also told him this to his face.
But how could he believe it.
How could he accept it…
Gong Beiyao cast a distant glance at the church, about to drive away, when suddenly he heard the sound of a piano coming from inside…
'The candy jar holds many colors, but the smiles are no longer sweet. Some of your happiness exists in moments without me. In a medieval city, I feel this is where I stop. Seagulls no longer yearn for the sea and can fly farther.'
Gong Beiyao got out of the car as if possessed, and stepped toward the church, approaching step by step.
