Three days later, a small sedan chair stopped in the courtyard, accompanied by a matchmaker and several maids.

Qin Yiheng finally appeared. He wore the same red robes as that day, looking peerless and elegant.

I was dressed up, and when I emerged, the manor had been decorated to look like a bridal chamber.

Looking at the scene before me, I couldn’t help but shed tears.

It really felt like a dream. This was my wedding—the wedding I had once longed for so much—yet now that it had truly arrived, my heart was completely calm.

The matchmaker assumed I was crying tears of joy, so she placed the bridal veil over my head and led me into the main hall.

After standing still, a pair of familiar hands took mine. I knew those hands belonged to Qin Yiheng.

The matchmaker’s voice rang out: “First bow to Heaven and Earth!”

I bowed deeply, my eyes already brimming with tears before I knew it.

The matchmaker continued: “Second bow to the high elders!”

I bowed again, and hearing the rustle of fabric, I knew Qin Yiheng was performing the same movements beside me.

Tears fell uncontrollably. Let this unfinished wedding be a closure I give to myself.

The matchmaker’s voice came again: “Bow to each other!”

This time, I stood still. It wasn’t until I heard Qin Yiheng’s low, puzzled voice beside me—”Niantang, what’s wrong?”—that I moved.

I gave a miserable smile and lifted the veil myself. Gasps erupted from the matchmaker and the maids, but I ignored them.

The bright red candles crackled, dripping red wax like tears. I looked at Qin Yiheng and said, word by word: “Qin Yiheng, I don’t want to marry you.”

“We can discuss any issues after the ceremony is complete. I can explain everything to you.” Qin Yiheng reached out to me, his voice filled with a seductive quality.

But I looked into his eyes and saw a depth I couldn’t understand, because he wanted too much.

Yes, how had I ever truly understood him? Love had blinded me, giving me a beautiful dream.

But every dream must come to an end.

I shook my head and stepped backward.

He signaled with his eyes, and the surrounding maids closed in. I pulled out the scissors I had hidden in my sleeve and held them to my own throat.

Qin Yiheng’s expression changed instantly. His voice carried a hint of panic: “Niantang, don’t do anything foolish…”

My eyes were red as I smiled at him: “Let me go, Qin Yiheng. We are finished.”

Qin Yiheng’s gaze was dark: “No, it’s not over! Don’t you dare think of leaving me!”

I stumbled toward the door, and before I knew it, I reached the riverbank. I missed my footing and fell in.

The water slowly covered my mouth and nose, but there was no panic in my heart. I knew everything was over.

In a daze, I heard Qin Yiheng’s heart-wrenching cry, and I closed my eyes.

Let it be this way. Let everything stop right here.

In this life or the next, may we never meet again.

Three days later, the narrator wakes up and is overwhelmed by the discomfort. The scene is vivid and intense, highlighting the narrator’s vulnerability and the unexpected encounter.

Three days later, a sedan chair stopped in the courtyard, bringing with it a matchmaker and several maids.

Qin Yiheng finally appeared, dressed in a red robe just like that day, his elegance unparalleled.

I was dressed up, and by the time I came out, the manor had already been decorated, transformed into a bridal chamber.

Looking at the scene before me, I couldn’t help but shed tears.

It really felt like a dream. This was my wedding, the one I had once longed for so deeply, but when it truly arrived, my heart was surprisingly calm.

The matchmaker simply thought I was crying tears of joy, so she placed the bridal veil over me and led me into the main hall.

After I stood still, a pair of familiar hands took mine. I knew the owner of those hands was Qin Yiheng.

The matchmaker’s voice came: “First bow to Heaven and Earth~”

I bowed deeply. Unbeknownst to me, tears had already welled up in my eyes.

The matchmaker continued: “Second bow to the Parents~”

I bowed again, listening to the rustle of fabric. I knew Qin Yiheng was performing the same action as me.

Tears fell uncontrollably. This unfinished wedding, I would complete it for myself.

The matchmaker’s voice came again: “Third bow, husband and wife to each other~”

This time I stood still, until Qin Yiheng’s low, questioning voice came from beside me: “Niantang, what’s wrong?”

I gave a bitter smile and directly lifted my bridal veil. Gasps of surprise came from the matchmaker and maids beside me, but I paid them no mind.

The large red candles crackled, shedding red wax tears. I looked at Qin Yiheng and said, word by word: “Qin Yiheng, I don’t want to marry you.”

“Any problems can be discussed after the ceremony. I can explain everything to you.” Qin Yiheng reached out to me, his words laced with enticement.

But I looked up into his eyes; they were so deep I couldn’t understand them, because he wanted too much.

Indeed, when had I ever truly understood him? Love had blinded my eyes and given me a beautiful dream.

But any dream always has an end.

I shook my head and stepped back.

With a single glance from him, the surrounding maids crowded around. I pulled out the scissors I had hidden in my sleeve and pressed them against my neck.

Qin Yiheng’s face suddenly changed, his voice tinged with a hint of panic: “Niantang, don’t do anything foolish…”

My eyes were red-rimmed. I smiled at him: “Let me go, Qin Yiheng. We’re over.”

Qin Yiheng’s gaze was deep: “No, it’s not over! You won’t leave me!”

I stumbled towards the door, somehow finding myself by the river, where I missed my footing and fell in.

The water slowly covered my mouth and nose, but there was no panic in my heart. I knew everything was over.

In a daze, I heard Qin Yiheng’s agonizing cry. I closed my eyes.

Let it be this way. Let everything stop here.

Across the realms of life and death, we shall never meet again.