I love thee with the breath, smile, tears of my life! And if God chose, I shall but love thee better after death... by Elizabeth Barret Browning.
The wedding was so simple. There is no entourage of bridesmaids or best men or flower girls and boys.
Just the two of them, in front of the officiant.
"I love you, Xiao Sean Zhan. Perhaps loved you since the beginning of time," Yibo whispered. "I wonder why those words sound so inadequate?"
"They sound adequate enough for me, Yibo," Zhan said breathlessly.
"This is the happiest moment of my life..." Yibo said as he kissed the ring on Zhan's finger.
"That is your 'something old,' my love," Yibo whispered huskily. "That wedding ring is yours for life. When time comes, and I hope I'll be the first, because I can't bear the thought of losing you, this ring will be returned to the heirloom box for the next worthy one to wear it again someday. But that engagement ring will never be removed from your finger..."
"Oh, Yibo..."
Yibo gave his husband a kiss amidst the applause of the select guests.
"Congratulations, Yibo... Zhan..."
Zhan gasped. Another of her imaginations? "D-did you say something?"
Yibo grinned. He embraced his husband, holding him snugly at the waist. "I said congratulations, wife..."
He guided Zhan over to the people who wanted to offer their congratulations.
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"Who are we waiting for?" Yibo asked his husband. "And why didn't you toss your bouquet to the ladies?"
"I am waiting for grandpa San's cousin. She's running a bit late. She missed our wedding, I hope she's still-" Zhan didn't want to entertain the thought that Wen Qing might be gone. He kept his gaze fixed on the driveway.
"She's here!" Zhan said excitedly.
"She's here who?" wondered Yibo.
Zhan hurried to the car, while Yibo raised an eyebrow, trailing behind his husband.
Zhan opened the passenger door and lent a hand to Wen Qing. "You're late," he accused with a smile. His heart was bursting with joy and couldn't resist giving the old lady a heartfelt hug.
"Congratulations, San," Wen Qing said with a smile. "When I saw you again, I knew you would find love again. The love that is really meant for you. I wish you you all the happiness you deserve..."
"I know, Wen Qing... I know." he looked at Yibo who came closer. "My husband, Wen Qing, he is Yibo..."
"Lan Xie Yun!" said Wen Qing softly, along with a smile.
Yibo reached out and gently kissed the old woman's hand. "I'm Lan Xie Yun's grandson, ma'am. Have you met Grandpa?"
The elderly lady grinned with her parched lips. "Of course, my son, of course." She looked at Zhan with a meaningful gaze. "A remarkable man, just like you..."
Yibo wondered why he blushed. He smiled. "Come and I will introduce you to my parents..."
"But it looks like you're about to be leaving, aren't you, son?"
"That can wait, ma'am. I want to hear from you, first hand, about Lan Xie Yun..."
Wen Qing turned to Zhan who winked. Come closer and gave Wen Qing the fresh bouquet of his wedding flowers.
"This is for you, Wen Qing... for you and Wangyin..." Zhan whispered. Wen Qing smiled at him meaningfully.
Wen Qing inhaled the fragrance of the flowers, Yibo wrapped his right arm around his husband's shoulder, guiding the elderly woman to his left side.
"Thank you so much, Zǔfù for such happiness..."
"You're welcome, wàisūn... you're welcome..."
THE END..........
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