The next day, the Lycan Clan buzzed with celebration. The palace shimmered under the morning light, adorned with silver threads, soft wolf feathers, and golden lanterns that bathed the halls in a sacred glow. The people rejoiced—for it was the wedding day of their beloved king.
Inside the palace, Fang was preparing for the ceremony. The maids gathered around her, applying a gentle blush to her cheeks and a soft red hue to her lips. One maid stepped back, holding up a small yellow mirror. Fang smiled brightly as she looked into it, fingers gently tracing the reflection—grounding herself in the surreal moment.
As the wedding attire arrived, Fang turned—and there stood the Queen behind her. Startled, Fang stood up and bowed.
The Queen smiled warmly, pampering her head. "Fang, you look beautiful."
Fang smiled with a nervous chuckle. "My Queen… I'm happy, but I don't even know what to say. Look—my hands are shaking." She showed her trembling hands.
The Queen gently held them. "When I was about to marry Syaoran's father, I felt the same way. I kept asking myself: Will I be able to take care of him? Of the clan? Am I good enough for him?" Her eyes softened with the memory. "But when I saw him waiting for me… everything faded. The only thing I knew was—he was my home."
Tears slipped down her cheeks.
Fang hugged her tenderly. "He must be smiling from above, my Queen. So don't cry now."
The Queen sobbed quietly. "I miss him so much. Seeing you now brings back my own wedding memories…"
Fang's eyes welled up too.
The Queen leaned back with a small laugh. "Every bride feels this way. But you're not alone. You have your true love by your side. And if he ever annoys you," she added with a playful smirk, "just tell me—I'll give him a good beating."
Fang burst out laughing and nodded.
The Queen clapped her hands. "Bring the wedding attire."
As the maids presented it, Fang gasped. The attire was a radiant red, hand-woven with golden full and half moons, with a golden robe tied around it.
"You recognize this, don't you?" the Queen said. "It was crafted for gods and goddesses… and now, it has returned to you."
The Queen helped her dress, and as the sun streamed in, the fabric shimmered, reflecting Fang's divine essence. Then, the Queen brought out a long, elegant heirloom hairpin.
"This was my mother's gift to me," she whispered. "Now, it's yours."
Fang was speechless. Her fingers traced the hairpin—gold and white, with a grey and golden half-moon at the top, surrounded by wolf feathers. As she wore it, she looked perfect—like a celestial bride reborn.
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Elsewhere, Syaoran was preparing too. He wore an attire matching Fang's—deep red with golden moons, bound with a ceremonial robe.
Standing beside him, Taio grinned. "Your Majesty… you look like a god."
Syaoran chuckled. "It fits me perfectly. I really love this outfit."
They shook hands like two victorious friends.
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As Fang stepped out of her chambers, she radiated grace. Her face was covered by a moon-shaped bridal veil, adorned with white and pink floral designs. Birds chirped as a breeze danced through the blossoms, and the people cheered, lighting fireworks to honor their goddess-bride.
In the courtyard, the Grandfather handed Syaoran a red silk ribbon.
"When Fang arrives," he said, "take the other end. This robe bears a sacred vow:
*'Till we turn old and our hair grey, we won't be apart—we'll be each other's souls.'"
Syaoran nodded with a smile.
As Fang approached, Syaoran turned to see her—and forgot how to breathe. She looked like a divine scripture written in light. Even beneath her veil, her smile made his heart skip.
Fang elbowed him gently.
Snapping out of his trance, Syaoran whispered, "My wife… you look awe~~"
Fang blushed and replied softly, "My man, you match my vibe."
Just then, the clouds parted. A moonlit pathway opened above, and radiant beams fell upon them. Gods, goddesses, and celestial elders descended from the heavens. Syaoran and Fang shielded their eyes before lowering their hands in awe.
Langshen descended gracefully from the clouds, a bright smile on her face.
Fang trembled. "Langshen… you came…"
Langshen smiled warmly. "Lunarya, I'm happy to see you like this. You've found your true love. May you two be together—forever." She handed them her gift.
Syaoran bowed. "I will cherish and protect her always."
Langshen waved her hand fan with a smirk. "If I ever find out you made her cry… I'll take her back myself."
Everyone laughed, and Langshen announced, "Let's go—it's an auspicious time."
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Heaven was decorated in gold and white moons. The floors were covered in wolf feathers. Stars fell from the clouds like blessings. As Fang and Syaoran walked toward the altar, their robes brushed the feathers.
With each step, Fang's joy summoned her ten celestial forms in the sky. The crowd gasped in awe.
In the Lycan Clan below, the people looked up in reverence as Lunarya's divine forms shimmered in the sky. They knelt, offering prayers and congratulations.
At the altar, the old priest stepped forward. "Now begins the sacred wedding of Syaoran, King of the Lycan Clan, and Goddess Lunarya."
He turned to Syaoran. "Do you, the King of the Lycan Clan, wish to marry the goddess Lunarya?"
Syaoran looked into Fang's eyes.
"I'm not just willing," he said. "I'm ready. She protected me without even knowing who I was. She risked her life for me. And now, as her husband, I will spend my life protecting her—making her smile every day."
Laughter and tears filled the heavens. Langshen giggled, and Fang was already crying. Syaoran wiped her tears with a tender smile.
The priest turned to her. "And you, Lunarya—do you wish to marry the King of the Lycan Clan?"
Fang nodded, her voice firm and full of love.
"In every lifetime I'm granted, I will marry him. He will be the only man I love—until my soul turns to dust."
She placed her hand over her heart. A glow radiated from her as she declared her sacred moon pact:
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Under the sacred gaze of the moon, where stars dare not speak and the heavens hold their breath, I, Fang, seal this vow with my blood and soul.
"In every life I'm granted, in every form I awaken, I shall marry him—Syaoran.
He shall be the only man I will ever love, the only name my heart will answer.
Even if my soul shatters into dust and the cosmos forgets my name—this vow shall remain."
Let the silver moon be a witness.
Let my magic bind this to fate.
Let this pact echo through time—unchanging, eternal, unbroken.
So it is written. So it shall be.
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As her vow ended, the moon glowed intensely. The pact shimmered and rose into the sky, sealing itself with beams of divine light. Those rays circled Syaoran and Fang, wrapping them in an ethereal aura.
Tears glistened in everyone's eyes—Langshen's, the Queen's, even the gods'.
The priest declared, "From this day, Syaoran and Lunarya are joined in sacred union. May they stand by each other, through storm and sun, as eternal soulmates."
He offered them the wedding drink. Fang lifted her veil. They crossed arms, sipped the drink, and smiled.
At that moment, stars fell from the clouds. Snowflakes kissed their cheeks. A vision of Lunarya's old self appeared behind her—serene, fulfilled.
Langshen saw her and whispered with trembling lips, "You must be happy now… You've found your true love."
Lunarya smiled in silent joy.
Under the glowing moon, after lifetimes of pain, loss, and separation… Fang and Syaoran were finally home.
They had found their forever.