After Transmigrating, I Died of Depression Without My Phone - Chapter 86.2
Later, he had sought help and even personally participated in the preparations, yet still, he hadn’t been able to marry her.
On the night before the wedding, she had died right in front of him.
Now, this was the third time. With the bitter lessons of the past, Beiting Xue refused to let anyone else get involved. He feared that any outside interference might lead to another disaster.
No matter what anyone said, he wasn’t going to change his mind. He didn’t even need witnesses at the ceremony—he drove everyone out.
His and Long Xiang’s relationship was not for others to comment on, and their wedding didn’t need irrelevant bystanders to offer congratulations.
He could prepare a magnificent wedding for her all by himself, embroider her gown stitch by stitch, and adorn her hair and apply her makeup.
Doing these things for her brought him such immense joy that he could never let anyone else take part.
Although Beiting Xue wasn’t skilled in sewing, with his determination and a little help from magic, he could accomplish anything.
Once he had sent away all the unnecessary people, he began his preparations.
Long Xiang sat nearby, watching as he threaded the needle and began to embroider a lifelike dragon pattern onto the wedding dress.
“Why a dragon?” she asked, seemingly surprised. But then, after asking, she smiled, as if the answer wasn’t surprising at all.
Of course it was a dragon.
She was Long Xiang, and he was her dragon. Having him embroidered on her wedding dress was the most fitting thing in the world.
Long Xiang had never imagined she would witness Beiting Xue doing needlework. She propped her chin on her hand and softly asked, “Why aren’t you using your spiritual power to guide the needle, letting it sew by itself? Like when you laid out the red carpet?”
Outside the small house, a red carpet stretched endlessly, covered with beautiful phoenix flower petals.
Long Xiang had watched Beiting Xue prepare all of this before coming to sit by his side and help him with the wedding gown.
Beiting Xue replied, “This is different.”
Long Xiang closed her eyes briefly, thinking, [Indeed, it is different.]
A wedding dress and a red carpet—they were not the same in importance.
She no longer worried about whether they should part ways or what future troubles lay ahead. She simply and earnestly told him how she wanted the dress to be designed, what patterns to be embroidered, and what style she desired.
Her excited expression set Beiting Xue’s heart ablaze, his smile growing warmer and brighter.
It didn’t take much to make him happy.
These tender moments were more than enough for him.
They didn’t care about the elaborate formalities or the grand occasion.
The wedding was to take place right here, in their small house filled with shared memories. Lighting the dragon and phoenix candles and hanging the red silk—this was their bridal chamber.
When Long Xiang tried on the wedding gown, her skin touched every stitch Beiting Xue had made with his own hands.
As she stood in front of the mirror, watching him carefully adjust her attire, her eyebrows furrowed for a brief moment, only to smooth out quickly, concealing any trace of worry.
Did Beiting Xue really not sense her unease?
Perhaps not.
Or maybe he simply didn’t want to ruin the beautiful atmosphere.
Since this was their wedding, any moment was an auspicious time. There was no need to wait or suffer through agonizing delays. Once everything was ready, the ceremony could begin.
Long Xiang stood at one end of the red carpet, dressed in her magnificent bridal attire, every piece crafted by Beiting Xue’s hand. He, too, wore red robes and a tall crown, looking stunning beyond words.
Long Xiang didn’t wear a bridal veil. She remembered her previous weddings—each time she had pulled the veil off herself.
She had no intention of wearing one now either. She wanted to see everything clearly.
As a modern person, without a marriage certificate, marrying Beiting Xue felt a little less official.
It didn’t quite feel like they were truly a married couple.
That’s why she had made her own special preparations for the day.
The moment Beiting Xue took hold of the red silk ribbon in her hand, Long Xiang revealed what she had been hiding.
“Magic really does make things convenient.” She held out two red books in her hand. “This is called a marriage certificate. One for you and one for me, and now we’re legally married.”
Though she had made the certificates herself, based on images she remembered, they were a bit crude and lacked official seals. Still, given the current circumstances, they were quite good.
Their marriage—her approval was enough. In her world, with these certificates, they were legally wed.
Beiting Xue hadn’t expected her to prepare something like this. He opened one of the books and saw a picture of the two of them inside.
This must be what she called a “photo.”
It was made using the artifact she called a “phone,” pasted inside the book, along with their names and birthdates.
In the mortal world, there were similar customs, where people created marriage contracts. This was likely something similar.
They were truly married now.
It was a wedding born of mutual love.
No schemes, no grudges, no unexpected twists.
She was finally his wife.
When it came time to bow to heaven and earth, Beiting Xue had no desire to thank the heavens.
He held Long Xiang’s arm, stopping her from bowing, and whispered, “I only want to bow to you.”
Long Xiang blinked, understanding what he meant.
No one had supported their relationship. No one had helped them. So why should they bow to anyone else?
The only bow they needed was the one they made to each other.
Long Xiang smiled and accepted, standing face to face with Beiting Xue.
The two of them bowed deeply to one another three times. As Beiting Xue bent forward during the final bow, his mind wandered back to the day Long Xiang poisoned him.
He had thought she wanted him dead. He had swallowed the poison willingly, ready to die, but not before they had exchanged three bows.
Back then, the setting had been humble. He didn’t dare hope for more. He had assumed that would be the end.
Who could have imagined they would have today?
He thought he should remain calm, as a man should. He shouldn’t be so sensitive.
But his eyes reddened, emotions bubbling uncontrollably to the surface. Not wanting Long Xiang to see him on the verge of tears again, he averted his gaze, his hand brushing over his cheek as though he were simply resting his head in thought.
Long Xiang saw through his unease. She raised her hand and said, “If you don’t want me to see, you don’t have to hide.”
Beiting Xue paused, turning back to look at her, just in time to see her untie the red silk flower they were holding. It transformed into a translucent veil, and she stood on her tiptoes to drape it over his head.
Through the faint red veil, his strikingly beautiful face became even more mesmerizing.
Long Xiang couldn’t resist. She kissed him through the veil, murmuring softly, “Such a beautiful groom.”
“I really…”
She paused for a moment, then finally said, “I really do love you.”
Long Xiang rarely expressed her feelings of love.
Long Xiang had never expressed her love so directly before.
For a moment, Beiting Xue froze, feeling the dampness of the veil covering his face.
He grasped Long Xiang’s hand, and as their fingers intertwined, they slowly lifted the veil together, causing Long Xiang to laugh.
“Does this count as lifting the bridal veil?” she teased, tilting her head. “Now it feels like you’re marrying me, rather than the other way around.”
It was meant as a joke, but Beiting Xue answered seriously.
“I’d gladly marry you.”
Long Xiang blinked, noticing the mix of desire and pain in his eyes as he said, “I would do anything for you.”
Pain?
Why was he in pain during such a joyful moment?
Long Xiang knew why.
Because the happier they were now, the more painful it would be when they parted.
She sighed and pulled him into her arms.
“It’s not time to part yet, so what are you so gloomy about? Don’t borrow sorrow from tomorrow. Right now is our time together, and seeing you look like a weeping pear blossom only makes me lose control even more.”