As cameras focussed upon the man, the citizens of the entire nation witnessing the ceremony live; Xi Yuan had eyes for none but the woman in front of him at the moment. He took his time, watching her smile, and blink, and move, before he finally inhaled a sharp breath, as he started with his piece.
"Love, to me, had always been a myth. A facade, an alliance even. Something movies, and novels, and dramas glorified. I used to believe that I would never have someone love me with such selflessness. Until you pranced into my life, that is. Hoping for a glass of Virgin Mojito, at that.", he smiled as the crowd listening to him broke into a burst of laughter. Rong Xinghe simply smiled, thinking of their first meet. Their meet-cute. 25th of February. Tonight remarked three years of that serendipitous encounter of theirs.
