She couldn't help but stop in her tracks. For some reason, she was reminded of that distant, regrettable childhood promise.
Back then, she had heard someone say that if a couple rode a Ferris wheel together, theyâd never part in this lifetime. So, she and Ethan made a pact to ride the Ferris wheel together.
The appointment was to meet at the school gates at 8 PM on Saturday, no bailing. It was those words that led to a tragedy.
After regaining her memory, she often thought that if she hadnât suggested that promise, she wouldnât have lost her memory, wouldnât have forgotten her Ethan, and wouldnât have led to this series of events.
âXannie.â
A deep, magnetic male voice wafted through the night, making Xanthea freeze, doubting her own ears, as she slowly turned around.
Behind her stood Orion, in a dark coat lifted by the wind, revealing a white iris pinned on his shirt right over his chest.
He was holding a clear glass jar, inside which were hundreds of sparkling fireflies, gathered together like a small moon.
Orion?!
âI'm here for our appointment.â
His voice was clear, his demeanor gentle, with a softness in his eyes that immediately brought tears to Xantheaâs eyes.
âOri!â She ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.
Orion hugged her tightly, his face gently rubbing against her soft curls, âSorry, Xannie, Iâm late, more than a decade late.â
âNo, itâs not like that.â Xanthea, buried in his chest, her voice choked with emotion.
He didnât blame her, and even after she regained her memory, he hurried here for their appointment, even drawing the iris she had marked for him, just like when they were kids.
Her Ori, how could he be so wonderful? So wonderful she didnât know how to love him enough to make up for all those years of unendurable waiting.
âOrion, youâre not mad at me?â
âSilly girl, Iâm too busy loving you to be mad.â
âYouâre so amazing, I donât know what to do.â
Orion chuckled lightly, his eyebrows lifting in a gentle curve, âJust stay by my side, always.â
âI will, Iâve missed you so much.â
âMe too.â
Orion tightened his embrace, inhaling the faint scent of her, his handsome face dripping with deep affection and satisfaction.
He suddenly admired how he had survived these past decades; if every day was like these last seven, he might have died from longing.
From now on, he wouldnât allow her to be away from him for even a day.
âDidnât Samuel tell you?â
My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace ï¤Chapter 470 Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
ï¤Chapter 1927 Orion looked down, a secret smile in his eyes, âItâs also possible, it got flagged as spam.â
âWhy would that happen?â
âSuspected of being indecent.â
Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace)
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