Wen Ran was led by her father Gu Yan from this end of the red carpet to Mo Xiuchen on the other end of the red carpet.

In his mind, inexplicably, all the pictures since they met and fell in love flashed, from the strangeness and alienation when they first received the certificate, to the long-term love, although he was indifferent on the outside, he was always careful and considerate.

In F City, she was kidnapped, and he immediately rushed to rescue her from the edge of the cliff......

Later, they gradually fell in love with each other, and later, she tried to leave because of her own health. He did whatever it took to keep ......

He had amnesia, and she was across the Pacific Ocean, thinking bitterly, and her pillows were wet with tears every night. Finally unable to bear the pain of the bone-crushing longing, she flew across the Pacific Ocean to see him......

Later, when he returned to China, she went through a fierce struggle in her heart, despite the poisonous oath she had made, she wanted to be with him......

She pursed her lips to keep herself from tears.

Finally, she walked up to him, and he held out his hand to her.

"Xiuchen, then, you must be happy."

Gu Yan handed over his daughter to Mo Xiuchen, and the words of blessing were excited and happy.

Mo Xiuchen's long fingers were bent, and he gently and preciously held the small hand in his palm, staring at Wen Ran's eyes, writing a lifetime of affection, and in the intertwined eyes of the two, there was no one else except each other.

Although, the audience was full of guests, but no one spoke, and everyone looked at today's protagonist.

In a quiet touch, a deep magnetic voice suddenly sounded, the owner of this voice was today's protagonist Mo Xiuchen, but he was looking at the woman he loved affectionately, and he didn't speak at all.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the big screen on the wall.

Wen Ran was also attracted by this voice, looked up, and touched the picture on the screen, her eyes widened in shock.

On the screen, it was not her, nor Mo Xiuchen, but a hand-drawn character, a boy, a girl, the boy was Mo Xiuchen at the age of eleven, with a thin figure.

In the dim light, his face could not be seen clearly, but it only gave people a kind of loneliness, indifference to life and death, and a little girl about five or six years old stood in front of him, small and small, only to the height of his chest.

The little girl held his hand, his lowered eyes lifted, and when he looked at the girl, his lonely eyes flashed a faint light.

"Nineteen years ago, I met the angel of this life, at that time, I didn't know what her name was, but that encounter was destined for our fate in this life."

Something in Wen Ran's heart rolled like a wave, surging over his nose and into his eyes.

Her red lips pursed gently, her eyes looked at the screen without blinking, the picture turned, and next, the three paintings were all Mo Xiuchen, with his loneliness looking at the night sky, as well as his hardships at the desk late at night, and his persistence in standing on the street and looking for it in the vast sea of people.

"Eighteen years of searching, eighteen years of longing, the seeds of love have grown into towering trees in countless spring and autumn."

Wen Ran didn't want to cry in front of people, but she really couldn't control herself, whether it was the lonely Mo Xiuchen, or the hard-working Mo Xiuchen, or the Mo Xiuchen who was looking for her in the vast sea of people, each of them made her feel so distressed that she couldn't go back in time.

If she went back in time, she wished she could reunite with him sooner and be by his side sooner. Don't leave him alone.

When everyone looked at the big screen, Mo Xiuchen was the only one who didn't turn his head, but stared at the woman in front of him affectionately.

Seeing her tears rolling down her eyes, he frowned.

Some blamed himself, and made Ran Ran cry again, as if, he often made her cry. Although she was moved, his heart hurt when he saw her crying.

As soon as the picture turned, the background was a banquet, and a handsome man and a young girl were particularly conspicuous in the staggered scenes, which was the picture of Mo Xiuchen finally reuniting with Wen Ran after looking for eighteen years.

This time, it was she who held his hand, and his deep eyes reflected a trace of surprise and joy, looking at her deeply like a flower.

"I've always believed that if you persevere, you'll find you. However, although you have long forgotten me after all these years, and I can't recognize you, I stubbornly believe that you are the girl I have been looking for. ”

The low and warm voice, accompanied by touching music, suddenly deceived all the women in the audience to tears.

There is no woman who does not yearn for, envy, or be moved by this kind of love.

Wen Ran bit her lip tightly, her eyes blurred with tears, she tried her best to open her eyes wide, refusing to miss every picture on the big screen, every word he said, was the most affectionate confession to her.

Originally, the last time he told reporters their story, Wen Ran was already moved enough, but now, Wen Ran found that this man can always move her more and more.

It was really a surprise, she didn't know how he would have thought of telling their love story in such detail in the form of hand-drawn illustrations.

In the next picture, it is the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she is holding a marriage certificate in her hand, and her eyes are at a loss for her future marriage. His eyebrows are clear, but his eyes are unquestionably firm.

"However, you won't know that the moment I signed my name on the marriage certificate, I decided that I would hold hands with you for the rest of my life."

He married her, although some of the means were not fair, but he was never a man who took marriage as a child's play. Even then, he hadn't been sure that she was the girl he was looking for, but subconsciously, he had identified her as the person he was looking for.

He didn't tell her that he, who had always been cold and detached from any woman, had warmed his whole heart every time he saw her since that banquet reunited.

But at first, he was afraid that he would misunderstand, thinking that he was using her to take revenge on Mo Zixuan, and he didn't dare to be too good to her. Deliberately let yourself pretend to be indifferent.

Mo Xiuchen sighed softly, raised his hand, and stretched out his big knobby palm to Wen Ran's face, and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips.

Wen Ran wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word in his throat.

The picture on the big screen changed again, the background became a cliff, and the heartstrings of the guests were tightened, and one by one, their eyes widened, and many women didn't care about wiping the makeup on their faces, and eagerly wiped their tears, their eyes wide open, staring at the dark cliff.

Mo Xiuchen's tall body stood on the edge of the cliff, his handsome facial features wrinkled together due to anxiety, his deep eyes were filled with pain, and his whole body was tense, "Ranran, the moment I learned that you jumped off the cliff, I finally realized that I had already fallen in love with you." ”