Kenting.

A beachside wedding like no other.

Under the blue sea and blue sky, the venue with powder blue as the main color is dotted with large calla lilies and white roses, and on the background board is the silhouette of two people standing side by side, with "Brave Love" written in large letters, and the font is vigorous and powerful, revealing a certain firmness.

Two men in gowns walked onto the red carpet with their fingers clasped to the wedding music, staring at each other from time to time, their eyes gentle and determined, as if they had the whole world at a glance.

Ye Yanran stood among the guests, clapping her palms mechanically, and the scenes that happened a few hours ago were constantly replaying in her mind, and the dull pain gradually intensified.

She admits that her reflex arc is a bit long. Life over the years has taught her: when she encounters problems, solve them, and do not pity herself or complain. That's her attitude in the world.

As for the emotions of anger and sorrow, which are both extravagant and hypocritical, she has no flaws to take care of them.

Maybe it was because she came to Taiwan that she finally had the leisure to get away from the hustle and bustle, or maybe she was blinded by the two people on the red carpet who crossed the city and ran to happiness hand in hand.

Originally, she would have a gorgeous and dreamy wedding next month, but now that the auditorium is booked, the wedding dress is chosen, and the invitation is written, the groom-to-be rolls together with others.

No matter how cold her temperament is, the two years of getting along with Wei Xiaodong are not fake, how can it be that she is not sad or sad at all?

A tissue was handed to her, Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment, and looked up, the owner of the tissue was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, clean, bright, and warm, like the sunshine in May.

"Are you alright?" his eyes shone like stars, clear as water, and the concern inside was clearly visible.

"Thank you!" she shook her head and took the tissue.

On the stage, a couple of newcomers were complaining to each other, and the scene was touching.

The oath of "never leave and never give up, never swerving until death" only felt piercing her heart when she heard it, and tears fell like beads with broken threads under her lowered eyes.

"It's very touching?", the boy next to him scratched his head, "I lend you my shoulder." ”

Ye Yanran knew that he had misunderstood the reason for his tears, but he had no intention of explaining, so he only lowered his head.

The boy sighed, put his arm around her shoulder, and let her head sink into his arms.

Ye Yanran felt shameful and pathetic, like a thief, stealing warmth from a strange boy and looking for comfort.

This sadness made her cry even more sadly.

Ye Yanran has had a stubbornness of "folding her arms and carrying them in her sleeves" since she was a child, so that she rarely shows weakness to others.

Because of this, her first reaction when she saw Wei Xiaodong cheating was how to crush it indifferently, and what she thought about when she received the invitation from the previous degree was how to give her blessings calmly. In short, the head cannot be lowered, and the crown will fall. Tears can't flow, bad guys laugh.

Who would have thought that he had not shed tears for several years, and as soon as he cried, the tears would stop as if he had broken the embankment, and soon the shirt on the boy's chest was wet.

Ye Yanran finally stopped her tears when the master of ceremonies announced the ceremony, she raised her head and said embarrassedly: "Your shirt ......"

"It's okay, it's dry when the wind blows!" the boy's smile was like a spring breeze.

She tugged apologetically.

A couple of newlyweds on the stage were kissing, and there was noisy applause and cheers off the stage.

The boy was the most energetic, and his enthusiasm shone like a light into her gloomy heart, and when she was infected, the rhythm of her applause became cheerful.

For well-known reasons, there were not many guests present at this wedding, and the families of both parties were absent, but every guest brought 200% sincere wishes, making this simple ceremony a warm and grand wedding.

At the end of the ceremony, the reception officially began.

A couple of newcomers tonight, Chen Fei and Mu Feng walked hand in hand.

"Yanran, thank you for coming. We both toast you. Chen Fei took the wine glass from the best man's hand, filled it with wine and handed it to her.

Mu Feng held Chen Fei to death, glaring at Ye Yanran vigilantly.

"Congratulations on your lovers and finally married. Ye Yanran raised her glass.

"Thank you. Chen Fei touched the wine glass with her and stabbed Mu Feng with his elbow.

Mu Feng reluctantly touched the cup with Ye Yanran, "Thank you for returning Chen Fei to me." ”

Ye Yanran hooked her lips, and she didn't plan to deal with him.

Chen Fei looked at her embarrassedly, no one knew better than him that Ye Yanran was the biggest victim in the whole thing back then.

Seeing this, the boy picked up a glass of wine and said haha, "Cousin, I haven't congratulated you yet." I wish you a hundred years of good togetherness, and love is stronger than gold. ”

A smile finally bloomed on Mu Feng's face, and the four of them raised their glasses and drank them all.

Seeing Chen Fei leave with Mu Feng in his arms, the boy looked at Ye Yanran in surprise, "You are Chen Fei's fiancée?"