Drops of crystal-like tears flowed slowly down Angie's cheeks.
Each drop fell to the ground and splashed into a thousand sparkling droplets.
At that moment, no one could have understood how shattered Angie's heart was.
However, Angie did not want Ye Fan to appear either.
It did not matter whether it was the Chu family or Chu Sect—both of them were equally strong.
Even if Ye Fan were there, he might not have been able to save her at all. In fact, he might have just ended up risking his own life for nothing.
However, for some reason unknown even to her, Angie was so hurt and disappointed that he had not come.
Perhaps it was because of her longing for him.
She just wanted to see Ye Fan one last time during her final hour of life.
Yet, Angie knew that her dying wish would remain unfulfilled.
Between Angie's silent tears, a cold blade appeared under the skirt of her dress.
This was the dagger that she had carefully hidden in her skirt before the wedding.
Everything had been carefully planned and prepared for this very moment.
Angie was headstrong, so she would not just simply give in to the whims of fate.
She would rather die than become a victim of destiny.
She would rage against this unjust world to her final breath.
Angie thought about the moment her lifeless body would fall to the ground during the wedding. She imagined the terrified looks on the faces of the Chu family, and the remorse and helplessness of her own family.
At that moment, all the powerful and influential guests were flocking around the two families, trying to congratulate them on the happy match.
The Chu family and the Jones family were basking in the glory.
Chu Qitian, too, was enjoying all the attention. His eyes were gleaming with pride.
However, no one noticed that under Angie's voluminous white gown, the cold blade was slowly inching its way to her chest.
“See you in another lifetime, Ye Fan,” Angie whispered to herself as she drew in her last breath, tears streaming continuously down her cheeks.
The sharp blade pierced through her delicate skin.
No one could see her grief and sorrow with her face hidden behind a veil.
Fireworks were exploding in the sky above her, and the wind was singing in her ear.
She let her eyes slowly slip shut. Her tears flowed like twin rivers down her cheeks.
This was her final farewell to the world.
However, just as the dagger was about to plunge into her heart, a loud bang sounded.
Bang!
It sounded like thunder.
The ground shook with the echoes of the sound. Even the entire room was rumbling.
Then, to the surprise of all the guests, the iron gates of the hall were bent and deformed in front of their very eyes. Finally, the gate was breached with a loud bang.
Sunlight flooded into the hall through the open gates, like a sea tide rushing to shore.
“Who is that?”
“Who is so bold to crash the wedding?”
“How dare you break into the Chu family wedding?”
The sudden turn of events had startled all the wedding guests, and they all sat up in surprise.
Some of the guests were starting to feel frightened.
Even the patriarch of the Chu family, Chu Zhengliang, was shocked speechless by the scene that had just happened right in front of his eyes.
After all, this was Chu Sect Castle.
This was a place of strength and power.
In fact, this was the place with the highest concentration of strength and power in the world.
It was a holy place, and someone had defiled it. Its gates had been kicked down violently.
This had never been done before in the centuries-old history of Chu Sect.
It was no wonder that everyone present was surprised and frightened.
One of the elders of Chu Sect who was amongst the guests was furious at such a desecration of the hall. He cursed angrily in the direction of the destroyed gates.
The eyes of all the guests were focused intensely on the scene.
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