Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

The nun opened the piano score, pressed the black and white keys with her fingers, and what came out was a very sad melody.

Depressed, gray, like a devil's hand pressing on the heart.

With such a dead wedding scene, the atmosphere is extremely mysterious.

When Wilson heard the prelude to the melody, his face changed suddenly.

"The melody is playing, Ximen Longting, let's go."

Jing Jiaren was holding the white staff, and the other side was wrapped in Ximen Longting's hand, and his hand and the staff were tied together with a pink ribbon.

Wilson just stared wide-eyed in horror and didn't walk with the wheelchair.

"Wilson?"

"Miss Jing, listen... this is mourning and joy."

"But the melody is very beautiful. This kind of tune is suitable for such a special wedding." Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes, her white wedding dress set off the red in front of her eyes especially.

"It's Black Sunday!"

Jing Jiaren glanced at her eyebrows: "So?"

She had forgotten all her memories, and certainly not the piece.

"Wilson, you shouldn't be a person who is afraid of things. I'm not afraid...Ximen Longting is not afraid either." Jing Jiaren clenched her cane tightly, with a beautiful smile on the corner of her mouth, the veil slightly covered her face, her soul-stirring beauty .

Wilson pushed the wheelchair, and Jing Jiaren walked thousands of times.

Ritual step is to take a step, stop for a while, and then take the next step...

Jing Jiaren held her back high, knocked her crystal high-heeled shoes on the ground, held her staff tightly, and walked forward stepping on the bloody petals all over the ground.

The normal wedding sequence is that Jing Jiaren walks slowly to the master of ceremonies with the applause and blessings of the guests, holding the hand of the best man or relatives, and then handing it over to the groom.

Jing Jiaren changed the ceremony...

Because she felt that no matter where she went, she had to go hand in hand with Ximen Longting.

"Are you willing to marry this man? No matter he is poor, sick, disabled or lingering, until death can separate you? DO-YOU?"

Jing Jiaren knew that the pastor had nothing good to say.

"Yes, I would. But not even death can separate us."

Jing Jiaren's long eyelashes curled up, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she looked to one side.

The side door was ajar, but a figure could still be seen standing there.

The black shadow was spread on the ground by the candlelight, carrying a sharp breath.

A sad melody surrounds the whole church...

Wilson had a strange look on his face. This piece of music seemed to remind him of a very bad part of the past.

His hands pressed down on his heart, his face twisted slightly.

The pastor wiped his sweat, then turned to Ximen Longting and asked:

"Are you willing to marry this woman? Whether she..."

Suddenly the false door was smashed open!

An evil figure came out, Leng Lintian was wearing a black suit, which he rarely wore, and it was the collar of a Chinese tunic suit, with a white camellia pinned to his chest.

It looks like he's here to attend a funeral...

It has to be said that just a change of clothing changed Leng Lintian's temperament in vain.

His lips were born a voluptuous purple, and his black pupils were shimmering, unfathomable.

He walked over slowly, passed the restaurant, and randomly slid his hands across a row of red wine, and finally picked up a martini glass and held it between his index finger and middle finger...

"My wife... You didn't invite me to have a glass of wedding wine at your wedding, isn't it unreasonable?"