"She's a foreigner, and doesn't understand these wedding customs. Still, it was considerate of her to find someone to write a congratulatory speech. Never mind that, come, let's drink the 'cross-cupped' wine~"
Mario Yuno poured the wine into the cups, and they drank from the exchanged cups, My Wife Kiara, my true love for life.
A full moon hung in the sky, its golden threads emitting a misty light.
Under that same moonlight, which also shone on a place thousands of miles away from Kiara, a solitary white figure stood at the riverbank, a lonely silhouette reflected in the water.
In his hand, he held a bamboo flute, playing a tune meant for wedding celebrations, yet it carried a trace of melancholy, perhaps due to the unspoken feelings of the melody's player.
By James Manfield's side, an empty jar of Flower Carving Wine stood, its contents thoroughly enjoyed, only leaving behind an exquisitely empty vessel.
