Yu Jingrong didn't reply promptly, Li Chengyun's eyes darkened, an upset look washed over his face.
Somehow, she had an ominous premonition in her heart. Just as she was about to reach out to grasp her hand, Yu Jingrong's voice rang out.
"I do!" Her voice was soft as a feather; delicate and gentle like catkins.
Yet with that, Li Chengyun's heart settled. When the priest, his demeanor kind and affectionate, intoned each word of the vow to him, he knelt down on one knee, ring in hand, and looked at her deeply. There was a burning passion in his eyes as he said, "In this life and the next, till death do us part."
He was willing to marry her, openly declared his love before God. That he would love her, protect her, respect her, in sickness or in health, in richness or in poverty. His love for her, would last all his life, and even into the next… No, into the next one after that.