The male protagonist of a sweet romance novel went on a killing spree in the world of angst novels.

"The groom ran away—"

A scream unleashed a storm of terror.

The auditorium erupted in chaos.

Someone jogged up to Yan Ting. He was Lu Huai's assistant. Looking at Yan Ting, who was standing there blankly, he apologized in a low voice, "Miss Yan, I'm so sorry. Miss Gu has encountered a problem and urgently needs Mr. Lu to go and handle it, so I'm sorry to trouble you to take care of her."

Yan Ting bit her lip hard, her fingers trembling uncontrollably as she held the flowers. Her engagement ring had rolled to the ground, nowhere to be found. Just like Lu Huai, who disappeared without a trace at the hall's entrance.

It felt as if countless complex thoughts were stuck in her chest, causing her pain, suffocation, and nausea.

Yan Ting suddenly felt like vomiting.

The guests began to discuss the matter.

"What's wrong with Lu Huai? Why did he just abandon Yanting and run away?"

"It seems something happened to Gu Qianqiu, which is why Lu Huai left halfway through."

"Tsk, Yanting has really embarrassed himself this time, becoming the laughing stock of the entire Yancheng."

"A substitute is just a substitute. How can it compare to the importance of the white moonlight? That's how men are. They always yearn for what they can't have."

The guests attending the wedding around him had all sorts of different expressions.

Some were there to watch the spectacle, some to laugh at the situation, and others to feel sorry for the bride.

All eyes converged, finally landing on the bride wearing a veil in the very center of the hall.

Yan Ting stood there with a blank expression and an empty gaze, looking like a beautiful but lifeless doll.

Half an hour ago, she was full of happy anticipation as she was about to marry the person she loved.

Just moments ago, the groom, who should have been standing beside her, resolutely left the island because of another woman.

Simply because she was his ideal woman during his youth.

And at this moment——

Suddenly, a deafening sound of propellers came from above the auditorium.

"what sound?"

"The sound sounds like... a helicopter."

Yan Ting was taken aback.

As if she were thinking of someone, she suddenly lifted the hem of her wedding dress and ran lightly out of the hall along the red carpet.

Outside the auditorium, Yan Ting looked up and squinted as five very luxurious-looking helicopters came into her view.

On the helicopter closest to her, the door was pushed open, and a tall, imposing figure appeared at the door.

It was Chen Xiao.

Under the blazing sun, the man's eyes and brows were radiant, and his posture was carefree and languid.

Chen Xiao lowered his head, his gaze meeting Yan Ting's looking over from below the plane. He raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "Miss, would you like to elope with me?"

Yan Ting was stunned. The next second, her originally dark amber pupils suddenly brightened.

Without hesitation or doubt.

Yan Ting lifted the hem of her white wedding dress again, took off her high heels, and walked step by step toward the plane, her bare, pale feet exposed. She walked faster and faster until she flew there like a swallow.

"Yanting!" someone called her.

"Damn! The groom ran away, and the bride ran away too."

The noise, the clamor and the silence were cut into two worlds by the intense sound of the wind.

"catch me."

Yan Ting stood on tiptoe, stretched out her slender arm, and firmly grasped the hand Chen Xiao offered. At this moment, she did not hesitate for a moment. With the man's strength, her slender body was pulled into Chen Xiao's embrace.

At that moment, besides the sound of the helicopter propellers, the two seemed to hear the buzzing of their heartbeats in sync.

Yanting's mind went completely blank.

In the silence, neither of them spoke while they were embracing.

The helicopter was getting further and further away from Saintia Island.

Through the airplane window, you can enjoy a panoramic view of the entire island and the sea.

Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and clear waters.

It's so beautiful that you can't help but hold your breath and immerse yourself in it.

The plane is spacious enough to comfortably accommodate two more people.

“It’s beautiful.” Chen Xiao suddenly spoke, breaking the quiet and gentle atmosphere between the two.

Yan Ting's dark eyelashes fluttered. She turned her elegant profile to look at the scenery outside the window and murmured softly, "It is indeed beautiful." She thought Chen Xiao was referring to the scenery outside.

But the next moment.

"You look beautiful in your wedding dress."

Yan Ting suddenly turned around.

Then he bumped into Chen Xiao's smiling eyes.

There was an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.

For a moment, she almost drowned and couldn't get out.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow and teased in a nonchalant manner, "Didn't expect that I would actually come to steal the bride?"

"..." Yan Ting's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

She could clearly feel her soul trembling along with it.

The bitterness, sorrow, and grief that I had been holding back suddenly surged up in my heart again at this moment.

"Chen Xiao," Yan Ting called out.

“I’m here!” Chen Xiao looked at her quietly.

In an instant, the grievances and sorrows accumulated over the past twenty-three years, mixed with tears, flowed uncontrollably down her face. Yanting couldn't help but sob softly as she vented her emotions.

She clutched Chen Xiao's shirt at the chest, curling up in the man's hot embrace, crying like a pitiful little animal.

"I just can't understand it. I've tried so hard... to stay alive..."

“When I was three years old, my mother abandoned me on the street and I almost got hit by a car.”

“In my father’s eyes, I was just a tool he could use to gain benefits.”

"...My brother used to be so good to me, but one day he changed. He became more and more indifferent to me...I don't know if I did something wrong..."

Chen Xiao held the person in his arms tightly, his back arched, his chin resting on Yan Ting's head, his upturned eyes red, his eyes filled with tears of heartache: "You did nothing wrong."

Yan Ting seemed not to hear, and murmured in a hoarse voice:

“When I was little, I always hoped that someone would take me away from Yanjia. I didn’t want to stay in that cage full of pain and despair anymore, but unfortunately no one did.”

"The people I love and the people who love me will one day leave me."

"Maybe Li Qian is right. I am a person cursed by God, so the people around me will be hurt because of me." His tone was full of weariness and self-loathing.

"Yanting." Chen Xiao cupped Yanting's tear-streaked face in his hands. He stared into her red eyes, his calloused fingertips gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. He said in a deep voice, word by word, "Do you really think you love Lu Huai?"

Yan Ting's tear-stained, moist eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a layer of mist filled her amber pupils. She heard herself softly answer, "I don't know if that's called love."

Chen Xiao wrapped his arms around Yan Ting's slender waist, lifted her by the bone, and then lowered his head to kiss her fiercely.

The force was very strong.

It was so heavy it felt like it was going to swallow her whole.

Unbeknownst to Yan Ting, the moment Chen Xiao kissed her, his luck was being slowly depleted, though it was a slow process, it was enough to make the system tremble with fear.

Just as Yanting felt like she was about to suffocate, Chen Xiao ended the long kiss.

He looked at Yan Ting, who was panting and had flushed cheeks. He suddenly leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. Then Yan Ting heard Chen Xiao breathe softly and say in a low, hoarse voice:

"Yanting, listen to me."

"Love that is superior to others is not love."

"True liking is not what it seems."

"The kind of pity that superiors bestow upon inferiors is even less likely to be love."

"The only thing you need to do right now is learn to love yourself properly, you know?"