When Yan Wuhen walked into the temple earlier, he hadn't expected to find Ningyan and Meishan getting married.
At first, he only noticed Ningyan.
He would recognize that white hair anywhere. It had grown longer since the last time he had seen him. Ningyan also seemed a little taller now. More mature. And somehow, even more beautiful.
He looked happy too.
Then, Wuhen assumed they were simply praying.
Even though he was surprised to see them there together, his first instinct had been to walk over, pull Ningyan into his arms, and breathe in that sweet scent he carried.
But everything changed during the second bow.
That was when it clicked.
Wuhen froze.
Only then did he realize what they were actually doing.
They were getting married.
Right there in the temple.
The realization struck him like a blade. It felt as if someone had ripped his heart straight out of his chest.
