"I think... we can do it."
At the moment those words left his mouth,
Lin Tian's head was once again struck by a dizzy spell—he knew that feeling of disorientation was back yet again!
However, this time, there was an inexplicable conviction in his heart. This might just be the last time. As if all the previous time jumps... were for this final moment.
...
...
When his vision gradually cleared...
The noise of the banquet, the thrill of the emergency rescue, the guests' confusion and panic at the sudden disappearance of the bride and groom, were finally shut out beyond the warm lights of the villa.
The door of the bridal room closed quietly, sealing off a world that belonged only to them, serene and private.
Lin Tian gazed at Gan Yanyu standing on the carpet, donning once again the white wedding dress specifically for him.
The scent of lilies lingered in the air, mixed with a faint aroma of alcohol and a grassy, earthy smell from them.
