Scarlet Rain Overwhelms the City - Chapter 32
The candlelight was dim.
A few strands of black hair fell onto Murong Yin's face. Lianhua, who was waiting nearby, saw this and reached out her slender fingers to smooth the strands of hair. However, Murong Yin's shoulder twitched slightly.
He woke up.
Lotus watched him open his eyes, and his clear, blue eyes made her heart skip a beat. Suddenly, her eyes welled up with warm tears.
Lotus hurriedly withdrew her hand.
She turned and tried to run away.
Murong Yin looked at her with unusual calmness, a faint smile in his eyes, sincere and warm, "Lotus."
Lotus finally turned around and faced him.
Inside the room, candlelight flickered.
Murong Yin's gaze was fixed on Lianhua's slightly pale face, and his voice was gentle and doting, "Why are your eyes red? Did you cry?"
Lotus touched her cheek and whispered, "I didn't."
She denied it.
He didn't press further, but simply smiled gently and elegantly, "Shall I teach you to write a character?"
The snow-white paper was laid flat on the desk.
The night breeze blew gently through the window, causing the long coat placed on the chair to sway silently in the wind.
Lianhua felt the snow-white paper melting away like snow before her eyes. She dared not move, feeling only the warmth of Murong Yin's breath on her ear.
He gently took her hand in his, his wide sleeves covering her snow-white wrist. He slowly wrote a word on the paper with a brush dipped in thick ink, each stroke as light as a whisper.
Yin.
That was his name, Murong Yin.
Murong Yin's voice was so close, so clear, "This is my name, Murong Yin."
The lotus flower was in his arms.
She felt her heart pounding like a drum, her palms sweating profusely, her snow-white neck glistening like jade, and her delicate face gradually flushing red.
He gazed at her.
In the flickering red candlelight, her flushed face was as radiant as a peach blossom.
She lowered her head, revealing a glimpse of her graceful, jade-like neck beneath her collar, emanating a delicate fragrance from her clothes.
finally.
Murong Yin turned his head and gently kissed the hair at her temple. His warm, thin lips slowly slid down her temple and touched her flushed cheeks.
Lotus clenched her fingers, her body began to tremble slightly, and her breathing became unsteady.
Murong Yin's lips were surprisingly warm. He kissed her gently, and the tender, affectionate warmth seeped into the texture of her skin, slowly melting the coldness in her heart.
Just as he was about to touch her petal-soft lips, Murong Yin stopped.
He drew closer to her, his clear eyes gazing intently into Lotus's watery eyes. "Lotus, marry me, let me take care of you for the rest of my life, okay?"
Lotus's mind went blank for a moment.
Murong Yin's handsome face held a solemn expression, and his voice, as always, was soft and warm.
Lotus stared at him blankly.
In this world, the happiness that so many women dream of is leaving their wedding night veil, facing the husband with whom they will spend the rest of their lives, with a gentle and moving smile amidst the flickering red candles.
It turns out that all she wanted was such a happy and warm dream.
She would be content even if she only had such a dream for a short while.
In the quiet and silent study.
Lotus gazed at Murong Yin before her, and smiled gently, her smile as bright as a lotus in bloom. Her starry eyes were as clear as autumn water, filled with pure and flawless tenderness.
"good."
"lotus……"
Murong Yin felt a warm current surge into his chest, and an undisguised joy appeared on his handsome face as he hugged the gentle woman in his arms tightly.
"I will go and tell my parents tomorrow that I want to marry you."
Lotus nestled in Murong Yin's arms and smiled slightly, "Okay." She paused for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "It's just a pity that I'm an orphan with no relatives to tell."
Murong Yin was taken aback for a moment, but after a while, he simply hugged the woman in his arms even tighter, his voice soft, mellow and gentle as if whispering.
"Lotus, you have me now."
The next day.
It was dusk.
Murong Yin brought the lotus to the Nine-Bend Bridge.
Lotus was puzzled, but then she saw several lanterns made of silk paper placed on the winding bridge over the lotus pond. She was slightly surprised and turned to look at Murong Yin.