Chief, Love for you is wrong

The priest nodded. Holding the Bible, he faced Wen Jili again and spoke solemnly.

[Wen Jili, do you want this woman to become your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her? Love her, take care of her, respect her, accept her, and remain faithful to her forever until the end of life, regardless of disease, health, or any other reason?]

Then Qin Jing stared at Wen Jili. Her legs and feet were already a little soft. She had to lean on LAN Xiaoxiao and hold her hand with LAN Xiaoxiao. Because of tension and force, she was white and red, her finger bones were raised, and her face was as stubborn and persistent as ever.

Wen Jili didn't look at Qin Jing any more than he had just looked at him. The priest's words were backward. He looked up at the priest, his face was clear and elegant, and his pale lips were slowly opened.

[I don't want to...]

"That's enough!" Wen Jili didn't finish her words, but was interrupted by Qin Jing's sudden voice. She looked at Wen Jili and clenched her hand. She was strong when she had to rely on LAN Xiaoxiao. She straightened up, straightened her spine, raised her head, took a deep breath, and bowed slightly to the priest, "Father, please forgive our ignorance and playfulness about marriage. I'm sorry to disturb you. May the Lord forgive our children's play."

Mo Bai had rushed up from the left auditorium and was about to punch Wen Jili. When Wen Jili left, Qin Jing held her tightly. Looking at Mo Bai with blue veins on her forehead due to her anger, her eyes looked at Mo Bai calmly, and her eyes had the sadness that only the other party could understand.

Qin Jing said quietly, "white, don't make trouble, let's go home."

Mo Bai pinched his fist, took a deep breath, took back his hand, took off Qin Jing's veil and threw it on the ground, took off his coat and put it on Qin Jing's shoulders, turned his head and looked at the originator. The exquisite eyebrow peak swept out a cold light, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was like the cold cold from the ground. "Wen Jili, I'll let you see my sister again in the future, I won't call Mo Bai!"

Mo Bai turned around, holding Qin Jing's shoulder in both hands, let her lean against him, and said in a distressed soft voice, "sister, if you don't marry, let's go home."

Qin Jing shook her hands slightly, looked at Mo Bai, nodded, "well, if we don't marry, we'll go home." then, her trembling hand grabbed Mo Bai's hand to seek support and protection.

Turning to the audience who looked at her in the eyes of the monster, Qin Jing took a deep breath, straightened up from leaning on her hands, bowed slightly to the people in the audience on both sides, straightened up, and her voice was calm and clear, "I'm sorry to let you come for nothing. I'm sorry."

Then, holding Mo Bai's arm, she walked slowly and gracefully down the red carpet with her head held high and her waist held up as she entered the field.

The happiest despair is that at the wedding, when you vowed to believe that the man next to you would shout "yes" to everyone, he suddenly said indifferently that I don't want to.

There was no one to disturb the wedding from beginning to end. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner, and no one broke and questioned in the middle. Wen Jili, I thought about many emergencies that would occur at the wedding, such as termination, destruction, noise, or shouting.

I never thought that my man would face the priest and say at that solemn moment, I don't want to.

I guessed the beginning of the wedding, but I couldn't guess the end.

It turned out that the man who gave me the initial and final strength was the one who hurt me the most.