"Why are we at Mirabell Palace again?" Jian Anning asked, feeling a bit puzzled, while Yu Zexiao gave a mysterious smile, holding her hand: "Follow ."
The two walked into Mirabell Palace, passing through a beautiful Angel Corridor lined with countless adorable little angels, their naked bodies playfully sliding up and down, as if they were in a pondering state. With furrowed brows, they watched everyone ascending the steps. Their expressions seed to ask those passing by: Have you thought it through? Is this truly the person by your side? Won’t you regret this?
Arriving here, Jian Anning understood why.
Indeed, after walking through the Angel Corridor, they reached a room that led directly to a "Marble Hall," known as the world’s most romantic and sacred wedding hall!
A white grand piano was placed at the center, and the Baroque-style architecture was stunningly beautiful, like a fairyland.
When Yu Zexiao arrived, he had already secretly reserved the place without letting Jian Anning know. The staff had cleared out other visitors from the hall, leaving only the two of them inside.
Yu Zexiao held her hand, gently approaching the white piano, and smiled as he asked her: "Anning, what song would you like to hear?"
Jian Anning was still awestruck by the wedding chapel. She looked at him, tilted her head to ponder, then shook her head.
"Then I’ll play a song for you."
Jian Anning nodded, and Yu Zexiao sat before the white piano. He had indeed prepared ticulously today, dressed in a black suit that matched the white piano, and with his astonishingly handso appearance, it was srizing!
Then, soft and beautiful notes began to flow from his fingertips!
Along with them, his voice began to soar with the piano’s lody!
It was a rather classic old song: "Oh, my love, my darling."
I’ve hungered for your touch..."
This was a classic scene from the movie "Ghost," sotis serene like water, sotis as plaintive as a cry, sotis like mountains roaring and seas surging, sotis hoarse and powerful, completing a tiless classic in the emotions’ spontaneous ebb and flow.
And now, Yu Zexiao sat gracefully at the piano, his slender fingertips dancing in harmony with his voice, like the most beautiful river flowing into the heart.
"Lonely rivers flow to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh
’Wait for , wait for !’
’I’ll be coming ho, wait for !’"
Unknowingly, the solemn and sacred Marble Hall, the stunning Mirabell Palace, and the seemingly heavenly Angel Corridor were all resonating with his piano music and singing. Outside, the crowd gathered more and more.
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