CHAPTER 756: 137. HOLY MARRIAGE (HAPPY NEW YEAR’S EVE)_2

"Um... um. But really, the eulogy doesn’t matter, because I didn’t remember it either, hehe..."

Just as Fisher was about to recall the eulogy he had glanced at and start reciting it, the blushing Valentina beneath him surprisingly began to giggle with embarrassment and said,

"The eulogy seems to have a lot of obscure phrases that are presumably to request the Wutong Tree’s witness and blessing, but I’ve never seen any other Phoenixes or the Wutong Tree, so even if I recited it, it wouldn’t work, right? More than that, I’m actually... a bit embarrassed..."

She turned her face slightly away, having actually spoken out about the ritual just now because she was too shy. To her surprise, Fisher really did stop. Tickled by Valentina’s cuteness, he didn’t let go of her hand, but instead sat at the edge of the bed, exhaling a warm breath and said,

"It’s alright, Valentina, I’m not in a hurry... Are you hungry? You can eat something first, and since you just drank the Troll Species’ potion, I guess the effects will also..."

Valentina glanced furtively at his lower body and murmured softly,

"Obviously, you’re dying of urgency..."

Then she took a few deep breaths, cooled her cheeks with her cold hands, and after applying this physical cooling method, she closed her eyes, spread her arms out and lay on the bed, resolutely saying,

"I... I’m ready, let’s go!"

"What are you doing?"

Fisher turned his head and caught a glimpse of her lying on the bed in a cross-like posture, chuckled and poked her waist, tickling her into contracting her arms around her upper body. She looked at Fisher with a reproachful gaze and said,

"What... what am I doing? I... I finally managed to get into the right mood, and if you mess it up, I’ll have to start over."

"... Wait, what do you think this is all about?"

Feeling Fisher’s gaze on her, full of laughter, Valentina avoided his eyes for a moment and said,

"It can’t be... anything other than... just holding hands, right?"

"Where did you read about this stuff then?"

"From... from storybooks and novels, I guess..."

Fisher shook his head with a laugh, then suddenly seized her wrists aggressively, and their faces drew infinitely closer. Valentina’s heart, just bracing for this moment, started to pound wildly again, and her cheeks grew redder.

Her eyes darted up and down as she looked at the handsome Fisher before her. His deep eyes seemed to be sucking in her soul.

"No matter how open Nali is, stories and novels must be censored, so of course, you can’t see the whole picture."

"Then I... I can’t help it, I don’t know either."

Valentina pouted, her soft speech igniting some invisible combustible material, drawing Fisher’s face closer and closer to hers,

"Hm? You don’t know, but you knew, didn’t you? What did you see in Ice’s prophecy before?"

"Prophecy! You... you know... mmm..."

Valentina’s pupils dilated slightly with surprise, and her astonished expression prompted her to turn her head towards Fisher, ignoring the tiny distance between them, which could cause a great disaster with just a slight movement.

Thus, as she turned her head, without even finishing her sentence, Fisher caught her off guard...

Afterward, the tent under the Wutong Tree still stood in the drifting snow, with the candles outside flickering gently. The entire Troll tribe was very quiet.

What went on inside the tent was unspeakable, only the thick, shy atmosphere pulled down the curtain, and hence, the hint of ambiguity inside was not to be seen by outsiders.

...

...

"Hoo hoo hoo~"

The night of the Holy Marriage was exceptionally long. When the moon had lowered, and the clear, cold Moonlight spilled onto the uneven contours of Snow Mountain, creating layers upon layers of shadows, the atmosphere in the tent finally eased somewhat.

Time had passed far too long; Valentina’s consciousness sank in the ebb and flow until everything quieted down. Suddenly, she emerged from her daze in Fisher’s embrace.

She stared blankly at the warm, dim room, still feeling the joyous afterglow, making her pause and breathe for a moment. Not knowing why, even though they both had fallen asleep long ago, she suddenly awoke.

Awakening midway left her unable to sleep, yet she moved carefully, making no sound, fearing she might wake Fisher next to her. She just turned her head slowly and looked closely at the person before her – from head to toe, from the whole to the detail, finding everything pleasing, everything joyful.

As she was silently counting Fisher’s eyebrows with a smile, that inner feeling of happiness seemed to spread inch by inch from the bottom of her heart until it lit up her Ice-colored eyes. Along with the Phoenix Blood flowing through her fragile human body, an image vividly appeared before her.

She seemed to see a huge, Ice-encrusted throne, massive, gloomy corridors, and tunnels, and a strange man with a bird-beak mask who kept advancing toward her...

That image was fragmented and broken. The voice was like an ethereal echo, unclear to Valentina, but those fragmented and broken images suddenly solidified at the last moment into an extremely clear picture, striking Valentina with full force.