C1 No Groom's Wedding
Han Mingxi was dressed in a white wedding dress and stood in the middle of the hall. Her cold gaze swept across the unfamiliar and shocking surroundings. The red corners of her mouth curled up slightly, forming a self-deprecating arc.
A gust of cold wind blew in from the door and blew away the only temperature on her body. The two strands of curly hair that hung down were also blown away by the cold wind.
Hot tears broke through her eyes. Finally, they flowed down her smooth cheeks and into her mouth. It was salty.
People said that the most beautiful moment of a woman's life was the short day when she wore the wedding dress. However, today, no one actually appreciated her beauty.
Tears of grievance filled her pretty face. She helplessly looked at her surroundings. Everything was so empty and empty. She did not feel the slightest bit of human life. That solemn divine statue seemed to have transformed into a devil as it wildly laughed without restraint.
"Ah!!!" Mingxi painfully dug her long white fingers into her hair. There was no wedding banquet, no guests, and no groom at her wedding. Other than herself, there was nothing else at her wedding except the cold air.
Although she knew that this would be the result, she still couldn't help but feel sad in front of the empty church. Her tiny self-esteem couldn't help but be hurt.
That man who had never met her was really good to her. Not coming to marry her, not coming to the wedding, was he trying to show off his power, or was he warning her again?
Mingxi raised her red and swollen eyes to look at the statue. She sobbed and shouted hoarsely. "Could it be my fault? I just want to save my parents. Is it my fault? Why did he insult me like this? "Why?"
Mingxi weakly sat on the ground and buried her head deeply.
Suddenly, a pair of shiny black shoes appeared in her eyes.
Mingxi raised her head in horror. When she looked at the indescribably handsome man in front of her, she could not help but shiver.
Because his face and eyes were filled with ice.
The man squatted elegantly and raised his slender fingers to pinch Mingxi's jaw. He looked at her playfully. Seeing her frightened and anxious eyes that were pitiful and pitiful, a trace of anger suddenly flashed in the man's eyes and he could not help but increase the strength in his hands.
Mingxi groaned in pain. Who is this man? Why did he appear here? Why did he look at her with such a terrifying gaze?
"Han Mingxi, you actually dare to stand here? If I were you, I would have run for my life long ago. I would not just stand here and wait for death!" The man's cold voice sounded like a ghost in the cold church.