Chapter 199 Even if it’s just a brief moment
The moonlight fell peacefully, like a pure white castle from a fairy tale. The young girls yearned for their beloved in their dreams, a handsome prince on a white horse, holding flowers, a hand that gave a sense of security, gently holding the delicate white hand, and then entering their hall together.
The wedding dress, the evening gown, was gently caressed by the increasingly soft sound of the wind, outlining her figure. Verafia clasped her hands, her star-twinkling golden eyes gazing.
The wedding hall, it was hers, and between Ig…
Her slender hand was held by Ig. Beneath the skirt, the girl’s slender, shapely, and delicate white legs were wrapped in pure white over-the-knee stockings, with exquisite lace and floral decorations, complementing the snowy silk gown. Her lotus feet, stepping on crystal high heels, made a crisp sound on the glass-like golden satin floor.
In the wedding church, the luxurious decorations of gold and silver carvings unfolded before her eyes like a painting. Perhaps it was because of the dreaminess that it appeared magical and beautiful.
Exquisite silver lamps, their light illuminating the depths of the church, vaguely seemed to sing blessings. The singing was like pure white moonlight, softly cleansing thoughts and souls.
A wedding for a girl…
A hint of fear emerged in her heart. But it was also an anticipation of the future.
She tilted her head, her golden eyes looking up, her soft hair seeming to slide from her face. Was it worry that she couldn’t be a qualified wife… or was it longing for the sweetness after marriage?
Slightly curling her lips, the girl’s golden eyes shimmered, reflecting a gentle smile.
Even though she knew this was her final gift, why would she be afraid and yet also anticipate it?
Is this an innate emotion that girls feel for their own weddings?
“Actually, I’ve been thinking. At first, I didn’t think of myself as a girl, and I was just using you… But by your side, I gradually became unable to leave. Falling in love with someone… a girl’s feelings are such a peculiar thing, aren’t they?”
“Because I want to make Veer my girl, too.”
Ig touched her little hand, revealing a slight smile and saying.
Verafia glared at him with feigned shame and anger. Her delicate little hand proactively clasped his, and even through the silk gloves, she could feel the warmth of their ten fingers entwined, which was reassuring.
The young girl then happily revealed a slight smile. She pouted her delicate lips again:
“Hmph, you admire someone, yet you want to turn this young lady into your girl…”
Even though she had returned to this world as Verafia, she had once been an undeniable man. Even though it was just a lie and manipulation of Ig, it still made her gradually immerse herself in the sweet dream of a girl…
Her slender eyelashes slightly lifted, a gentle, shallow smile lightly spread across her face, and Verafia gazed somewhat hazily.
“I’ve actually dreamed of a wedding like this.”
She recalled her past dreams. If the hatred and unwillingness were stripped away, at that time, when she was still driven by the obsession of revenge, she had already completely appeared as a girl at Filir’s wedding hall… She had even dreamed of Ig, who was completely irrelevant before.
Perhaps at that time, she had already started to consider herself a true girl, and thought of Ig as someone important?
“No wonder I didn’t reject you… I became your girlfriend.”
After that, there were still their sweet and sad stories with the young man… But, at this moment, these were no longer important.
The most important thing was that she was about to become his wife.
Even if it was just a fleeting moment.
Her golden eyes flickered beneath her eyelashes, and Verafia turned her face. Ig still had a smile on his face, but Verafia could feel him unconsciously holding her little hand.
Yes, no matter how realistically she pretended, how could she not feel sad in her heart?
But even if the joy was only for a brief moment…
The white wedding gown was caressed by her slender jade hand, and the girl’s flawless, delicate face bloomed, like the most moving flower in the world.
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The pure and luxurious grand gate was slowly opened.
The girl in the white wedding gown, with a magnificent golden floral crown, handed her white silken little hand to the young man beside her, stepped lightly on the red silk carpet, and slowly entered the wedding hall with him.
Wedding music and prayers sang out.
“It’s a pity that it’s just us…”
Verafia said.
There was no bishop presiding over the wedding, and the nuns singing for them were vague and ethereal. The entire world of white contained only the two of them.
“If only Little Fei and Flarn could also be here…”
Verafia’s delicate lips parted as she murmured. Ig felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He lightly held the girl’s little hand and showed a smile on his face, “We can have another wedding next time. We’ll definitely invite them then.”
This was the young man’s very clumsy attempt at comfort. Verafia, however, happily smiled, as if she believed him, and nodded vigorously, “Mhm!”
She suddenly blinked her golden eyes again, her delicate body beneath the wedding dress leaning into the young man’s embrace, her bell-like laughter ringing out.
“However, it’s not necessarily a bad thing that they aren’t here. This is *our* wedding, Ig’s and mine.”
Ig gently embraced the girl. Step by step, the red silk carpet was touched by the girl’s exquisite high heels, and they walked together towards their final destination.
There were no guests and no grand ceremony.
But the white bride in his embrace was filled with sweetness. Even when she occasionally tilted her head slightly, her exquisite jade face flushed with a hint of rosy blush, exuding profound happiness.
Yes… this was their wedding.
What exactly was a wedding?
Ig remembered someone once saying that it was a shackle, locking a man’s heart in a girl’s hands… But he suddenly felt that it should be a vow of love.
It didn’t need religious rituals, nor the witness of any deities, only their vow of love.
She would have him. And he would forever possess his girl, his bride… Just as the vow said, time is eternal, and even death cannot separate them.
The tender and sweet bride lightly placed her delicate little hand into his. Her slender, white fingertips lightly lifted, and the girl’s magnificent golden eyes shimmered with tenderness, full of anticipation.
Ig carefully took the girl’s little hand, slowly knelt on one knee, picked up the silver-white ring, and slowly pushed it onto the girl’s fair and jade-like slender finger.
“To stay with Veer for a lifetime… to always be by Veer’s side, no matter the hardships, even if time is eternal, it will not separate us…”
This vow would not be broken, right?
Ig thought. But he didn’t finish speaking, his lips gently sealed by the girl’s slender jade fingers.
The girl’s eyes shimmered with a soft light. “I’m very happy to become Ig’s bride… but please don’t say ‘forever’.”
She smiled gently, “I just want to be happy… even if it’s just for a brief moment, that’s enough for me.”
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Pushing through the deadline… (The rest was too rushed… and I’m not good at writing at all…)
PS: Veer will likely be offline for a few chapters.
