Master of Ceremony: "Mr. Yang, are you willing to marry the girl in front of you and become your bride?"
The boy replied without hesitation: "I do."
Master of Ceremony: "So, is Miss Jiang willing to be the bride of the man in front of you?"
The girl paused and looked at the boy opposite with tears in her eyes: "I do."
Witnessed by countless guests and reporters at the scene, two silver-white rings were inserted into the ring fingers of the two people, locking their love for each other.
The sea breeze from City A blew through his tie and blew her veil.
Yang Jianchen: "Should we run to the beach?"
Jiang Zhiqin: "There are too many people here..."
He leaned close to her ear: "It's not the first time anyway, so don't worry so much. Don't you want to, my wife..."
Jiang Zhiqin: "That... Whatever."
The boy held the girl's hand, and the girl dragged her wedding dress. The two passed by the flashing lights under the "long guns and short cannons" and ran towards the sea.
The two of them walked barefoot along the waves. Jiang Zhiqin flipped up her hair blown by the sea breeze and looked at the boy beside her: "If we didn't meet by coincidence every time, wouldn't the outcome be very different?"
Yang Jianchen stretched out his slender hand and pointed at the ring on his ring finger: "I have never thought about any other possibilities. No matter when I met you or when I fell in love with you, this will always be the result, just like... You never thought that the drift bottle you sent would end up in my hands, right?"
Jiang Zhiqin smiled: "Yeah."
Their story starts a long time ago.
Concept: People who seem inappropriate from any angle can often create sparks.