Rebirth, a Second Sweet Life with My Wife

Red silk and ten years of fireworks The red silk hung from the church dome, and when it brushed Lu Zhiheng's shoulders, it carried the warmth of the late summer sunshine. Su Qingyan's fingers gripping the hem of the white gauze skirt tightened slightly, and through the veil she saw the smile in his eyes when he turned around - it was a look she would remember her whole life, clean and bright, like the starlight at the observatory when she was seventeen. "I do."