"I do!" Leng Zimo answered with a smile.
The priest nodded slightly, then turned his face to look at Luo Xiaoqian standing next to Leng Zimo.
"Miss Luo Xiaoqian, are you willing to marry Leng Zimo, to go with him according to the teachings of the Bible, to beco one with him before God, to love him, to comfort him, to honor him, to protect him... whether in sickness or in health, whether in poverty or in wealth, to remain faithful to him, until you leave this world?"
With each word the priest said, Luo Xiaoqian’s body trembled more violently.
She was willing, of course, she was willing.
This man loves her so much, and she loves him just as much. Her biggest dream now is to beco his woman and stay with him for the rest of her life.
But...
Luo Xiaoqian didn’t answer.
Beside her, Xu Xia and Mo Bei and others were all waiting for Luo Xiaoqian’s answer, waiting for the two to exchange rings. Seeing Luo Xiaoqian remain silent, their expressions subtly changed.
"Xiao Qian, are you so excited that you can’t speak?!" Xu Xia teased softly, then gently nudged her arm, "Say sothing!"
Leng Zimo was not in a hurry; he smiled and looked at her, silently waiting, his palm slightly tightening its hold on hers.
Feeling her fingers trembling, he raised an eyebrow and looked attentively at her face; beneath the veil, her expression seed stiff.
"Miss Luo Xiaoqian, are you willing?!"
Feeling the atmosphere tense, the priest asked again.
Leng Zimo tightened his grip on Luo Xiaoqian’s noticeably cold hand and called her softly, "Xiao Qian?!"
"Mom?" Luo Jun also raised his face, looking at Luo Xiaoqian with puzzlent, "The priest is asking you."
"I..." Luo Xiaoqian suddenly raised her face, eting Leng Zimo’s gaze through the veil, "I... I..."
In her eyes, tears were clearly shimring.
Others couldn’t see clearly, but Leng Zimo, being very close, saw.
What happened?
Sothing must have happened?!
"Xiao Qian, what’s wrong?!" He raised his hand to support her shoulder, "Are you feeling unwell?"
...
Go tell Leng Zimo, you can’t marry him because you have to marry Jiao Yang, because the man you truly love is Jiao Yang, because this man would die without you!
I will keep watching you, and when you restore your freedom, I will tell you where our Duke really is. We... will et again.
...
Luo Ke’s voice echoed in her ear, and Luo Xiaoqian, trembling, raised her face to et Leng Zimo’s eyes.
"I... do not!" She almost bit out those four words, "I’m sorry... Zimo, I’m sorry... I... I can’t marry you!"
It’s not that she doesn’t want to; it’s that she can’t!
Zimo, I’m sorry!
Jiao Yang is in that pervert’s hands. His n are on the ship watching her. If she agrees, Jiao Yang will die.
Guests aboard the entire cruise were stunned.
Everyone knew how deeply these two were in love. Everybody assud this magnificent, beautiful seaside wedding would beco a cherished story. Who would have expected that at such a mont, the bride Luo Xiaoqian would say that she was unwilling and could not marry?
Leng Zimo frowned, "Why?!"
Luo Xiaoqian trembled more violently, her whole body going weak, almost unable to stand, "Because... because... the person I love... is not you... I... I want to marry Jiao Yang, I cannot lose him!"
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