Han Mingxi stood in the middle of the hall in a white wedding dress, her cold eyes scanning the unfamiliar and shocking things around her. The corners of her rosy mouth slightly turned up, forming a self-deprecating arc.
A gust of cold wind blew in from the door, blowing away the only warmth in her body. The two strands of curly hair that hung down were also blown around by the cold wind.
She huddled down, feeling very cold, really very cold. She felt very cold in the empty and even dark church.
Hot tears burst from her eyes and finally flowed down helplessly, flowing down her smooth cheeks into her mouth, tasting salty.
People say that the most beautiful moment in a woman's life is the short day when she wears her wedding dress. However, today, no one appreciates her beauty.
Tears of grievance covered her pretty face. She looked around helplessly, everything was so empty and deserted, she could not sense any human presence, the solemn statue seemed to have turned into a devil, laughing wantonly.
"Ah!" Ming Xi painfully pierced her white and slender fingers into her hair. Her wedding had no banquet, no guests, and even no groom. Her wedding had nothing except herself and the cold air.
Although she knew this would be the result, she still couldn't help feeling sad when facing the empty church. Her little self-esteem couldn't help but be hurt.
That man who had never met her was really cruel to her. He didn't come to marry her or attend her wedding. Was he trying to intimidate her or to warn her
Mingxi raised her red and swollen eyes to look at the statue, choking and shouting hoarsely: "Is it my fault? I just wanted to save my parents, is it my fault? Why did he insult me like this? Why?"
Three days ago, she received the news that her mother was critically ill. After taking out all the money she borrowed from the underground black bank and still being short of one million, she had no choice but to sign a contract.
She knew who she was going to marry, and she knew how arrogant, cold and heartless that man was, but after all, she was the granddaughter-in-law that his grandfather had ordered her to marry.
Mingxi sat on the ground weakly, burying her head deeply.
Suddenly, a pair of shiny black shoes appeared in front of my eyes.
Mingxi looked up in horror, and when she looked at the man in front of her who was so handsome that it was simply indescribable, she couldn't help but shiver.
Because his face and eyes were filled with freezing ice.
The man squatted gracefully, raised his slender fingers and pinched Mingxi's chin, staring at her playfully. Seeing her frightened and pitiful eyes, the man suddenly flashed a trace of anger in his eyes, and he couldn't help but increase the strength of his hands.
Mingxi groaned in pain. Who was this man? Why was he here? Why was he looking at her with such a scary look
"Han Mingxi, how dare you stand here? If I were you, I would have run away long ago. I would never stand here stupidly waiting to die!" The man's cold voice rang out like a ghost in the gloomy church.