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For several nights, he tossed and turned, envisioning various possible plans, only to reject them one by one. Eventually, a bold and even crazy idea took shape in his mind: he would first marry Han Jincheng to obtain a marriage certificate, then divorce her, and finally marry Chu Mohan.
To compensate for the absurdity of this ritual, he planned to take both of them to a little-known island overseas to hold a wedding that belonged solely to the three of them. There, with azure seas and skies, coconut palms and sandy beaches, far from the hustle and bustle of the world, they could shed all their burdens and fully enjoy this moment of tranquility and happiness.
In his eyes, this plan was the only way to preserve the feelings among the three of them. He knew it was fraught with risks; a slight misstep could lead to total failure. Yes, he was willing to gamble everything—his love and sincerity.
He nervously shared this plan with Han Jincheng and Chu Mohan. He initially thought they would vehemently oppose it, but to his surprise, both agreed.
A hint of bitterness flashed in Han Jincheng's eyes before she finally nodded. Chu Mohan listened quietly, her gaze filled with complex emotions, ultimately choosing to accept as well.
He understood that their compromise stemmed from love and reluctance to let go of their feelings. Their love felt like two invisible ropes binding him tightly, making it hard for him to breathe yet impossible to break free.
On a sunlit afternoon, he and Han Jincheng arrived at the civil affairs bureau to complete their marriage registration. The moment they stepped out of the bureau, he felt the weight of the marriage certificate in his hand like a heavy stone pressing on his heart. He gripped it tightly, sweat forming in his palms.
"Mu Yunze, what's wrong?" Han Jincheng noticed his unease and asked with concern.
He forced a smile and pretended to be relaxed. "It's nothing; just a bit nervous."
He couldn't tell her that his nerves weren't about the marriage itself but rather the more complicated situation that lay ahead. He feared that this fragile balance would eventually be shattered and that he would lose them both. He dreaded that this fleeting happiness would burst like a bubble, leaving behind nothing but endless emptiness and regret.
To avoid drawing attention from everyone around them, they chartered a private plane and secretly flew to a nearly unknown private island deep in the Pacific Ocean.
Looking out from the window, the endless blue sea sparkled like a massive gemstone under the sunlight. The island's edges were surrounded by lush green coconut palms, resembling an emerald ribbon that adorned the island beautifully.
The plane slowly landed at the island's simple private airport. Mu Yunze was the first to disembark, taking a deep breath of fresh air tinged with saltiness that brought him a sense of relaxation.
Han Jincheng and Chu Mohan followed closely behind, both wearing expressions of anticipation mixed with nervousness.
On the island stood an exquisite little chapel nestled among dense coconut trees. The chapel's walls were snow-white with a red glazed tile roof that shimmered in the sunlight. Various flowers surrounded it, filling the air with a delicate fragrance.
Here, they held a wedding known only to them. No guests, no blessings—just the three of them and an invited pastor.
The pastor wore white robes and held a Bible as he solemnly read out vows. Mu Yunze stood between them, holding Han Jincheng's hand in his left and Chu Mohan's hand in his right.
He felt the warmth of their hands and was overwhelmed with emotion. Han Jincheng wore a faint smile on her face, but her eyes revealed an imperceptible sadness.
Chu Mohan appeared even calmer; her gaze remained fixed on Mu Yunze, filled with complex emotions.
As Mu Yunze looked at their happy smiles, unease surged within him. He knew this wedding was not recognized by society; it felt more like child's play—a reckless adventure.
Was this wedding a bridge to happiness or a path to destruction? He dared not think about it, nor could he face it.
After the ceremony, the three of them walked hand in hand along the beach. The setting sun painted the horizon in shades of gold and crimson.
(THE END)
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