CHAPTER 520: CHAPTER 213: RUTHLESS MUTUAL DESTRUCTION

Thank you to Ranyu for the pink, and thank you to Peggy_Wei for the correction reminder. Fu Zi mistakenly repeated half a Chapter, sorry about that. Subscribers can check Chapter 213 again, there’s a revised second half.

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On July 14th, the sun eventually rose, illuminating the entire sky of Paris.

Two years later, when Lin Ying saw Su Ziceng again, it was on the high grounds outside the Sacred Heart Cathedral.

The Sacred Heart Cathedral, built alongside the highland hills, shone brilliantly in the sunshine and lush trees during this joyous national day of Pu Country.

Warm laughter and congratulatory voices surrounded the entire cathedral.

Master Rang and Miss Bao Qin, the couple nearly in their sixties, walked through rows of church chairs under the priest’s deep and powerful voice, passing under the blessings of the crowd and proceeded to their matrimonial altar.

The wedding concluded peacefully. Su Ziceng, one of the bridesmaids, in comparison to the other older bridesmaids in their forties and fifties, was particularly eye-catching in her tooth-white bridesmaid dress. Her black hair draped over her shoulders, and when the sunshine fell on her, she looked like an angel.

All the unmarried ladies stood together, waiting for Miss Bao Qin to throw the bride’s bouquet. Lin Ying squeezed to Su Ziceng’s side, the only two Eastern faces present, and upon seeing each other, their faces were filled with joy.

The bride still held the bouquet in her hand, and everyone eagerly awaited her to toss the blessing.

Su Ziceng moved to the outskirts of the crowd. She didn’t initially want to participate in this "bouquet snatching battle", but Miss Bao Qin insisted that she take part. Miss Bao Qin believed that Su Ziceng was instrumental in bringing her and Master Rang together, and hence, she wanted to return that favor to Su Ziceng.

"How can you snatch flowers from the edge?" Lin Ying stood out even among French women known for their tall figures. With her long arms and legs, she could definitely catch the bouquet if she wanted to. However, Lin Ying had no such intention, as she was currently in the prime of her career and wasn’t focusing on love.

"I..." Catching the bouquet would mean she was the next to marry, a superstition Su Ziceng no longer believed in. The man she wanted to marry was currently at a hotel a mile away, having his engagement ceremony.

The white and purple bride’s bouquet made all the eager women look up, with dozens of eyes and heels shifting simultaneously. Lin Ying glanced towards Su Ziceng, remembering that Su Ziceng had mentioned during their last phone call that she was in a deep romantic phase, seemingly with someone she admired deeply.

However, her expression today seemed somewhat lonely, and there was no male companion with her at the wedding, perhaps, Lin Ying decided to help Su Ziceng.

The bouquet, originally flying towards Su Ziceng, was almost snatched by a quick-handed guest. Lin Ying slanted her body, blocking the guest with her left hand and hooking the bouquet with her right, directing it off course like a "volleyball" towards Su Ziceng.

Su Ziceng, engulfed in melancholy, suddenly smelled the rose fragrance at the tip of her nose. Her hands felt cold and slightly dewy as the bride’s bouquet landed perfectly in her hold.

The elegant forget-me-nots were arranged into a purple heart, adorned with spotless Balkan roses.

Cheers and sighs of regret rose on the slope outside the Sacred Heart Cathedral. The guest who caught the bouquet seemed overjoyed to the point of delirium, even bursting into tears.

Lin Ying squeezed out from the crowd, looking at the silently crying Su Ziceng. She knew that Su Ziceng wasn’t crying out of happiness. The Su Ziceng she knew was not one to cry from joy; she was a woman who laughed heartily when happy.

"Ziceng, I... you," Lin Ying, seasoned with years of modeling career, was quite diplomatic. But when it came to a dear friend, she found herself at a loss.

"Thank you, Lin Ying, I just momentarily..." She had been holding back for days. After leaving Eve Hotel that day, she booked herself into another nearby hotel. Despite the hotel being comparable in luxury to the Eve Hotel, facing exquisite French cuisine and staying in a suite with a magnificent view of the Sacred Heart Cathedral, she had no appetite.

Emerging from the emotional wound fresher than she expected, she hadn’t cried since leaving the washroom of Eve Hotel, believing that it was her last time crying over feelings. Yet today, seeing the joyful Master Rang and Miss Bao Qin, she tasted heartbreak once more.