Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  The car stopped at the door of the church.

  Chen Jing got out of the car and opened the door of the rear seat.

  Lu Heyun raised his drooping eyes with difficulty, and with Chen Jing's support, he got out of the car extremely slowly.

  Looking up, you can see the church and a dozen steps in front of you.

  As long as he crosses these steps, he can see Zhizhi in a wedding dress, and he can put a wedding ring on Zhizhi in public.

  He was able to kiss his bride and announce to everyone that it was his wife, Mo Zhiyun.

  Chen Jing helped him up the stairs.

  The surroundings are very quiet, as if only the sound of my own heartbeat and breathing is left, so clear, yet so noisy, as if it has been magnified countless times.

  Ten steps to go...

  Five steps...

  Three steps...

  Lu Heyun suddenly stopped, and his heavy eyelids, like his consciousness, fell down unsupported.

  Weaving…

   One more step, and he could see Zhizhi, but in the end he still fell at the door of the church, his thin and heavy body rolling down uncontrollably.

   "Mr. Lu..." Chen Jing's face suddenly changed, and she tried to grab his arm, but missed.

...

   Glittering in the sun, there is a sense of brokenness.

  After all, he still didn't see Zhizhi wearing a wedding dress.

  Chen Jing wanted to run down, but when she fell to the ground in a panic, she also rolled down. She hugged Lu Heyun with great effort, ignoring her own kowtow and bleeding, and choked up, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu..."

  Cangming got out of the car, rushed over, picked up Lu Heyun and stuffed it into the car.

   "I'll take him to the hospital, you..." He looked back at Chen Jing who was bleeding from his forehead, his eyes were filled with tears, his breathing was tight, and his voice was almost squeezed out of his throat, "Go and inform Miss."

  After speaking, he got into the car without hesitation, and drove Lu Heyun back to the hospital without delay.

  Chen Jing stood where she was, watching the car disappear from sight, and she turned around with tears streaming down her face.

  In the church, Mo Zhiyun held a bouquet and was still nervously waiting for the groom to appear.

  The heavy church door was pushed open, she looked sideways with joy, her smile froze suddenly.

  It wasn't Lu Heyun standing at the door, but the embarrassed Chen Jing.

  The tears on her face were wiped away, but her eyes were still filled with tears, and she shook her head slightly.

  Some words are too cruel, she can't say them, she can only express them in this way.

  Mo Zhiyun felt as if he had been hit in the head with a blow, his body froze obviously, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

   Both Mo Shenbai and Xu Youyou knew what was going on, and looked at Mo Zhiyun worriedly.

  Fate is too cruel, even their humble wish is not willing to come true.

   There were also whispers at the scene. The groom couldn't even attend, and the wedding might be cancelled.

  Mo Shenbai couldn't bear her to face this alone, got up and walked up, and said in a low voice, "Cancel the wedding, I'll take you back to the hospital."

  Mo Zhiyun, who lowered his eyes, suddenly raised his head, with a calm and stubborn expression, "Wedding, continue."

   Mo Shenbai frowned, "Zhiyun..."

   Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, "I said wedding, continue."

   Today she will marry Lu Heyun no matter what, and will complete their wedding.

   This is his wish.

   Seeing her persistence, Mo Shenbai didn't persuade her anymore, and walked off the stage and returned to her seat to continue watching the ceremony.

  The priest looked worried and bewildered. How should the wedding continue without the groom?

  I haven’t experienced it myself.

Mo Zhiyun didn't wait for him to react, walked to the center of the stage, looked up at the hanging cross, and swore piously: "I, Mo Zhiyun, will marry Mr. Lu Heyun as my wife voluntarily today. From now on, no matter what Poverty or wealth, health or sickness, we will never part, until death do us part."

  The voice fell to the ground, and there was thunderous applause at the scene.

   It was Ye Weilan and her husband Jin Yangzhi who took the lead in applauding.

  Mo Zhiyun turned around and looked around at the guests who came to watch the ceremony, with tears in his eyes but stubbornly refusing to let them fall, and even smiled.

"Thank you very much for taking the time to attend my wedding with Lu Heyun. Although he can't accompany me to complete the wedding oath ceremony, I believe he has said this oath in his heart a thousand times, ten thousand times. In my In his heart he is my husband, in his heart I am his wife, we..."

   Her voice choked slightly, she looked away and took a deep breath to adjust her emotions before continuing.

  "We have experienced a lot, misunderstandings, hurts, even lies and stings. He said that thanks to me, he is still willing to love him, and thanks to me, he is still willing to marry him. In fact, I have not told him, and I am also very grateful to him..."

"Thanks to him for letting me experience loving someone seriously, love without asking for anything in return, and also let me experience gain and loss. Those scars will stay on my heart, but as time goes by, those scars do not represent wounds. Pain is not unbearable, but courage. No matter what I have experienced, no matter what he has experienced, we still have the courage to love each other, and we still have the courage to face our life and future."

  “Although I am the only one standing here today, in my heart he is by my side, whether it is at this moment or every day in the future, he will always be there, and I will always, forever, love him.”

  After speaking, she bent down and bowed deeply to thank all the friends and family members who came to the wedding.

  The applause in the church was like thunder, and everyone was moved. They applauded for them with red eyes, and applauded for this special and touching wedding.

   Applause for those who have been hurt, still love, still dare to love.

  ***

  After the wedding, Mo Zhiyun didn't rush to the hospital, but went back to her and Lu Heyun's wedding room alone.

  Turned off the mobile phone, did not change the wedding dress, sat on the sofa and watched the video of Lu Heyun playing on the big screen.

   She took the video for Lu Heyun in the hospital. At first, Lu Heyun was a little awkward and didn't want to shoot it. He couldn't stand her soft-heartedness, and smiled faintly at the camera, but looked at her behind the camera, full of doting.

  Watching and watching, the tears fell uncontrollably, from silent to uncontrollable grief crying.

  His white fingers tightly gripped his heart, as if he was about to die in pain.

  She knows that Lu Heyun is currently in the emergency room, and she also knows that there is no donor yet...

  She knew... She was really going to lose him this time.

  Her first love, the man she loves all her life...

   On their wedding day, it was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives.

  Mo Zhiyun slid down from the sofa, curled up into a ball, his heart throbbing as if being taken away alive.

   Difficulty breathing, and gradually the whole person lost consciousness.