Wen Ran was led by her father Gu Yan, and walked from the red carpet to Mo Xiuchen on the other end of the red carpet.

Inexplicably, all the scenes of their acquaintance and love flashed through my mind, from the strangeness and alienation when I first got the marriage certificate to the long-term love of him. Although he was cold on the outside, he was always careful and considerate.

In City F, she was kidnapped, and he rushed over immediately and rescued her from the edge of the cliff...

Later, they gradually fell in love with each other, and later, she tried to leave because of her own physical reasons. He tried to keep him at all costs...

He lost his memory, and she missed him hard through the Pacific Ocean, and she wet his pillowcase every night. Finally, she could not bear the bone-eroded pain of longing, so she flew across the Pacific Ocean to see him...

Later, when he returned to China, she struggled violently in her heart, and despite the poisonous oath she had made, she wanted to be with him...

She pursed her lips tightly, preventing herself from crying.

Finally, she walked up to him and he reached out to her.

"Xiuchen, Ranran, you must be happy."

Gu Yan handed his daughter to Mo Xiuchen, and his blessings were excited and happy.

Mo Xiuchen bent his long fingers, gently and preciously holding the little hand placed in his palm, staring at Wen Ran's eyes, writing about the affection for a lifetime. There was no one else in the entangled eyes of the two.

Although there were no one talking to the guests, everyone was looking at the protagonist today.

Amid a quiet touch, a low magnetic voice suddenly sounded. The owner of this voice was Mo Xiuchen, the protagonist of today. However, he was staring at the woman he loved with affection and didn't say anything at all.

Everyone was stunned at first, then looked up and looked at the big screen on the wall.

Wen Ran was also attracted by the sound. She looked up and touched the screen. Her eyes widened in shock.

On the screen, it was not her or Mo Xiuchen, but a hand-painted character, a boy and a girl. The boy was Mo Xiuchen at the age of eleven, with a thin body.

In the dim light, he could not see his face clearly, but only gave people a sense of loneliness and indifference to life and death. A little girl about five or six years old stood in front of him, and was only as tall as his chest.

The little girl held his hand, raised her lower eyes, and the lonely eyes flashed with a faint light as she looked at the girl.

"Nineteen years ago, I met the angel of this life. At that time, I didn't know what her name was, but that encounter destined us to be in this life."

Something in Wen Ran's heart rolled like a wave, coming and pouring through his nose and into his eyes.

She pursed her red lips gently, her eyes blinked at the screen, and the picture turned around. Next, the three paintings were Mo Xiuchen, including his loneliness in the night sky, his hardship in his desk late at night, and his persistence in standing on the street, looking for a vast crowd.

"Eighteen years of search, eighteen years of longing, and the seeds of love have grown into towering trees in countless springs and autumns."

Wen Ran didn't want to cry in front of others, but she really couldn't control herself. Whether it was the lonely Mo Xiuchen, the hard-working Mo Xiuchen, or the Mo Xiuchen who was looking for her in the vast crowd, each made her feel so distressed that she wanted to go back in time.

If time goes back, she hopes that she will meet him sooner and stay with him sooner and not let him be alone.

When everyone was looking at the big screen, Mo Xiuchen was the only one who did not turn his head, but stared at the woman in front of him affectionately.

Seeing her tears rolling down her eyes, his eyebrows frowned.

He was a little guilty and made Ranran cry again, as if he often made her cry. Although she was moved, his heart would hurt when he saw her crying.

The picture changed, and the background was a banquet. Amidst the crowd of wine, a handsome man and a young girl were particularly eye-catching. This was the scene where Mo Xiuchen finally met Wen Ran after searching for eighteen years.

This time, she was holding his hand, and a hint of astonishment and joy appeared in his deep eyes, staring at her smiling face deeply.

"I have always believed that as long as I persist, I will find you. Ranran, although you have forgotten me after many years and I can't recognize you, I stubbornly believe that you are the girl I have been looking for."

The low and warm voice, accompanied by touching music, tricked all the women in the audience into tears.

No woman does not yearn for such love, envy, or move.

Wen Ran bit her lips tightly, her eyes blurred with tears. She tried hard to open her eyes wide, unwilling to miss every picture on the big screen, every word he said was the most affectionate confession to her.

Originally, Wen Ran was already moved enough when he told reporters their stories last time, but now, Wen Ran discovered that this man can always move her more and more.

This was really a surprise. She didn't know how he would have thought of telling their love story in such a detailed way in the form of hand-drawn illustrations.

The next picture is at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau. She holds a marriage certificate in her hand, and her eyes are confused about the future marriage. His eyebrows are clear and unquestionably firm in his eyes.

"Ranran, you won't know that the moment I signed my name on my marriage certificate, I decided to go through this life with you."

Although Mo Xiuchen married her, although some of the methods were not open and honest, he was never a man who used marriage as a joke. Even then, he had not yet confirmed that she was the girl he was looking for, but subconsciously, he had already identified her as the person he was looking for.

He didn't tell her that he had always been indifferent to any woman, and since he met her again at that banquet, his whole heart became warm whenever he saw her.

But at first, he was afraid that he would misunderstand and thought that he was using her to revenge Mo Zixuan, so he didn't dare to be too kind to her. He deliberately made himself pretend to be indifferent.

Mo Xiuchen sighed softly, raised his hand, and put his big palm with distinct joints on Wen Ran's face, and gently wiped away the tears from her face with her fingertips.

Wen Ran wanted to say something, but opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word in his throat.

The picture on the big screen changed again, and the background turned into a cliff, which made the guests at the audience feel tight and their eyes widened. Many women didn't care about the makeup on their faces, wiped their tears eagerly, and their eyes widened, staring at the dark cliff.
Chapter completed!