The crystal chandelier hanging from the dome of the banquet hall illuminated the entire space as bright as day, the champagne tower refracting countless tiny points of light, and the wedding march roared in my ears, intertwined with the blessings of the guests. Holding my bride Lin Wan's hand and watching her smile at me with her eyes curved like crescent moons, I suddenly thought of a late autumn evening twelve years ago.
The ginkgo leaves that day covered the corridors of Experimental High School, and Su Nian stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, the setting sun gilding her profile in a honey-colored hue. Holding a stack of exercise books, she turned back to look at me, the ends of her hair brushing against the snow-white collar of her school uniform. "Chen Xu, can I borrow your math test to check my answers?"
At this moment, Lin Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, overlapping with the blurred silhouette of Su Nian in my memory. I instinctively tightened my grip, hearing the emcee say, "Groom, you may kiss the bride." As the scent of jasmine perfume from Lin Wan washed over me, I closed my eyes, but the taste on the tip of my tongue was the tartness of the orange soda Su Nian had handed me at the sports meeting all those years ago.
Chapter 179