Chapter 1875 Iceberg Wedding

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The two walked into the ice church hand in hand.

The wedding march sounded as they took their first step.

Countless flowers began to fall from the top of their heads, and the scene was magnificent.

On the seats originally prepared for the guests, there were now countless elves and snowmen.

Just halfway through, Song Xiaoyue couldn't help but shed tears from the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying on such a happy day? Are you not satisfied with all the arrangements I made?" Ye Hao looked at Song Xiaoyue.

"Satisfied, very satisfied. If I'm not satisfied with this arrangement, I guess all the women in the world will scold me." Song Xiaoyue squeezed out a smile.

In such a scene, any woman would probably feel happy to death.

Romance, although this thing is not a must-have in life, even many men think that a day's work is tiring enough, so what's the point of talking about romance.

There are many bits and pieces in life, and romance is an indispensable thing among them.

It is not necessary to arrange such a gorgeous occasion to be romantic. In winter, a cup of milk tea for two people, in summer, two people hide from the rain in a pavilion, in autumn, walk together on a path full of fallen leaves, and in spring, bring her a flower that belongs only to her.

"Why are you still crying?" Ye Hao was puzzled.

"Because I know that these will disappear in the next moment..." Song Xiaoyue felt bitter in her heart. Nothing is more painful than this.

Ye Hao was speechless. In fact, the reason why he arranged these today was entirely because of Song Xiaoyue's last two wishes before.

Proposal and wedding.

Ye Hao was very embarrassed at the time, but since he agreed, Ye Hao had to do his best and could not leave any regrets for Song Xiaoyue.

So there is all this today, using ice power to form the previous ice forest and the church at this moment.

Use illusion to let Song Xiaoyue see the beautiful elves and those revolving lanterns.

Use object control to condense those little snowmen and let them do various behaviors.

As for the ring on Song Xiaoyue's finger, it is not an ordinary ring made of ice.

That was the ring he got in the Qin Mausoleum, a holy artifact.

But it was already damaged at that time and was thrown into the storage ring by Ye Hao.

Because this time he wanted to propose, a ring was naturally needed for the proposal, so Ye Hao thought of that ring and modified it.

Because the ring itself was made of thousand-year-old ice, it was very suitable for Song Xiaoyue.

"Don't think too much, at least now. You are the heroine here." Ye Hao said softly.

"Yeah."

Song Xiaoyue nodded slightly, then wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, held her head high, and she didn't want to leave any regrets for herself on this occasion.

The two walked hand in hand to the front of the church, where there was a "priest" made of ice.

The priest spoke: "Today, here, we will witness the union of the two newlyweds."

The priest looked at Ye Hao: "Groom, are you willing to marry this beautiful woman next to you as your wife, love her, be loyal to her, whether it is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, love each other until death. Are you willing?"

"Yes." Ye Hao replied.

The priest looked at Song Xiaoyue: "Bride, can you marry this gentleman next to you and make him your husband? Love him and be loyal to him, whether it is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, love each other until death. Are you willing?"

Song Xiaoyue did not speak, but just lowered her head silently.

Ye Hao looked at Song Xiaoyue with a puzzled look.

The priest was stagnant for a while and spoke again.

"Bride, can you marry this gentleman next to you and make him your husband? Love him and be loyal to him, whether it is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, love each other until death. Are you willing?"

"Enough." Song Xiaoyue suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?" Ye Hao felt that Song Xiaoyue was strange.

Song Xiaoyue raised her head, her face was full of tears.

"Why? Why are you my sister's man? Why do you choose to be with my sister when I love you so much? Even if it was any other woman, I... I wouldn't be that painful.

Why is it my sister, and... and you even have a child? You know, when I heard the news, my heart felt like it was torn apart.

The man I like was taken away, and it was my favorite sister!"

Ye Hao was stunned. He looked at Song Xiaoyue, whose emotions were almost out of control. He raised his hand and pressed Song Xiaoyue's shoulder.

"Xiaoyue you..."

"Don't touch me." Song Xiaoyue slapped Ye Hao's arm away, her eyes were red and swollen, and her voice was trembling: "Do you think I am stupid? I can't get you.

But I still want you to accompany me to do so many boring things, which makes me love you more and more.

All of this, all of this, I like it so much, I really hope I am the one you propose to, I really hope all of this is true, I can really marry you!

But my heart clearly tells me, Song Xiaoyue, don't dream,

All of this is fake, all of this is just your request, and tomorrow, all of this will no longer be yours."

After Song Xiaoyue finished speaking, she turned around and ran out of the hall.

Ye Hao looked at Song Xiaoyue's departing back, his face still with an unbelievable look.

Everything around disappeared, turned into nothing.

Elves, snowmen, priests, churches, flowers.

Ye Hao stood in the snow, he muttered to himself: "She... still remember?"

Song Xiaoyue didn't know how long she had been running, she only knew that she had been running, running in the snow.

She wanted to escape the reality behind her, she wanted to escape from everything, she didn't want to go back.

Suddenly a cliff appeared in front of her, and Song Xiaoyue stopped in a hurry.

She stopped dangerously at the edge of the cliff, looking at the cliff below.

Crack

Just when Song Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, cracks appeared on the ice under her feet, and Song Xiaoyue fell directly down.

In the air, she was like a snow butterfly, fragile, helpless, and confused.

"Am I going to die?"

"Perhaps, it would be best if I die like this."

"In this way, at least it can leave a little mark in his heart, and it won't make my sister suffer anymore."

Song Xiaoyue closed her eyes, but the next moment she felt a warm body hugging her.

She opened her eyes and saw that familiar face.

"I'll take you up." Ye Hao found out that Song Xiaoyue was in danger at the first time, and he rushed over immediately.

Song Xiaoyue suddenly hugged Ye Hao's neck, and her lips were heavily imprinted on Ye Hao's lips.

Ye Hao was dumbfounded. He could feel the heat in Song Xiaoyue's coldness, and the tears flowing from her cheeks to her lips.

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