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Han Xianxi was standing in the middle of the hall, wearing a white wedding dress. Her cold eyes swept over everything around her that was strange and shocking. The rosy corner of her mouth curled up slightly, forming a self-deprecating curve.

A gust of cold air came in through the door, blowing away the only warmth she had. The two strands of hair that hung down were also blown away by the cold wind.

Hot tears burst out of her eyes. Finally, they flowed unwillingly down her smooth cheeks and entered her mouth. It was salty.

Everyone said that the most beautiful moment in a woman's life was a short day when she was dressed in wedding clothes. However, today, no one was able to appreciate her beauty.

Tears of grievance rolled down her beautiful face. She looked around helplessly. Everything was so empty and quiet. She could not feel any life coming from the statue. It was as if the statue of the deity was laughing maniacally without restraint.

Ah!" Ming Xi painfully pulled her long, pure white fingers into her hair. There was no wedding, no guests, not even a groom. Her wedding was nothing but herself, nothing but the cold air.

Although she knew this would happen, she still couldn't help but feel sad in front of the empty church. Her small pride was still wounded.

That man who had never met him before truly treated him very cruelly. If he didn't marry her, didn't attend the wedding, was he going to show some respect, or was he going to warn her?

Ming Xi raised her red and swollen eyes to look at the statue of the God and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Is it my fault? I just wanted to save my parents. Was it my fault? Why did he insult me like that? "Why?"

Ming Xi sat powerlessly on the ground, her head buried in her chest.

Suddenly, a pair of shiny black shoes appeared in front of his eyes.

Ming Xi looked up in fear. When she saw the indescribably handsome man in front of her, she couldn't help but shiver.

This was because his face and eyes were filled with freezing ice.

The man squatted down gracefully and held Ming Xi's jaw in his long fingers as he stared at her playfully. Looking at her panicked and pitiful eyes, the man suddenly became angry and increased the power in his hands.

Ming Xi moaned in pain. Who was this man? Why did it appear here? Why was he looking at her with such a terrifying gaze?

"Han Qingxi, you actually dare to stand here? If I were you, I would have already run for my life. The man's cold voice sounded like a ghost in the gloomy church.