"I do," Ou Yimo began, her voice resolute.
She'd succeeded. Once the vows were read, she would officially be Madam Gong!
Below the stage, Zhan Nanjue heard Ou Yimo's response, subconsciously clenched his fist, then released it.
The moment she uttered the words "I do," marked the moment his hope completely died.
How he had longed to hear those words from her. Now he had, but alas, they weren't meant for him.
From now on, she would never be his to claim, nor would he continue harbouring this unrequited love.
His decade of youth had finally come to a close.
He couldn't quite describe what he was feeling inside.
It wasn't exactly sadness, but it wasn't the absence of sadness either...
Chairman Gong held his breath for a moment.
Meanwhile, Father Sheng continued inching closer to the stage, his gaze fixed on Ou Manhui.
Flooded with memories, he felt he had to breathe gently, fearful that with a bit more force, she might flutter away from his sight, leaving no trace behind...
