As she stood up, her gaze had already returned to icy coldness.
Dylan King had already caught up with her and stopped behind her: "Emma."
Emma Smith slowly turned around.
The moonlight spilled onto her face and body like flowing water. Her face was as calm as jade, emanating a faint glow under the moonlight.
Moreover, she was still wearing her wedding dress. Although she had torn off the headdress and shawl, the white floor-length gown made her seem as noble and flawless as a princess.
Seeing her turn around, it was as if he had traveled through countless years, back to a morning five years ago. Her skirt fluttered, her hair danced, her face showed no sorrow or joy, but she spoke shocking words!
Thinking of the past, what he feared the most was that Emma would no longer care about him!
He took a step forward: "Emma, I was wrong before, but I truly love you!"
But Emma just walked slowly forward, gradually approaching him.
