You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 617

Along the 800-meter way, there were one thousand and forty flower pillars as well as one thousand and forty paintings. Half of them were sketches, and half were oil paintings.

John drew every sketch on the left with the pen that he always kept on him. Every stroke of his pen on the canvas represented a memory that he and Nina had created together.

On the right were Nina's masterpieces, each created with her best paint.

The sketches on the left were from John's perspective while the paintings on the right were from Nina's. When put together, they were works of art that told their love story.

But the paintings only showed a part of them. Some of their shared memories were private and were not meant to be shared.

Some secrets only belonged to the two of them.

When John proposed to Nina in Spring City, he showed her the sketches that he drew himself. Nina wanted to have a look at the manuscripts, but John teased her and said no. She pouted about it for a little while and then decided that she could just draw their story herself.

And Nina did what she said. She drew oil paintings about them.

A few days ago, she left the paintings in John's office in the huge gift box. Later, John put them away for safekeeping.

Nina traded her oil paintings for John's manuscripts.

The paintings were now placed in the safe while a thick picture book sat on a table in the study.

In the painting room, which John designed for Nina, there was an entire wall stocked with all kinds of paint, rice paper, and other art supplies. There was also a drawing board and a drafting table. There were oil paintings all around, resting on easels.

John created the room so that he and Nina could keep drawing and painting their story until both their hearts stopped beating.

Many people held their weddings according to tradition like choosing an auspicious hour, but John did not pay attention to any of it. He and Nina set their wedding ceremony at twilight.

They picked no exact time.

And now it was sunset. The rosy clouds in the sky looked like the natural blush on a girl's face every time she laid eyes on her sweetheart.

North Yard glowed with joy and excitement. The guests had arrived early, and the team that went to pick up the bride was on their way back.

Emma took a small bubble skirt from a servant and walked into the hall. She glanced at the people in the wedding venue from time to time.

Because of that, she accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" James reached out his hand and held her. He gently stroked her hair.

The man's anxious and distressed eyes warmed Emma's heart. She said softly, "I'm okay. I'm not hurt."

"Are you sure? Let me see." James let go and reached for her forehead. Emma smiled and did not stop him. Next thing she knew, his lips were on hers.

Then, he kissed her gently on the forehead and said, "There. It won't hurt anymore. I've kissed it away."

There were guests and servants not far away. Emma blushed and complained in a low voice, "There are people around, James. Restrain yourself."

"All right. I'll stop teasing you." James snickered and put his arm around her shoulder. He scanned the room and said, "Who were you looking at just now anyway? Is there anyone more handsome than I am?"

"What are you talking about? Of course not. I was just wondering who that woman in the light green dress is," Emma replied, tilting her head.

James turned to look at the woman and said, "She's a cousin of Feng Group's CEO. I think her name's Valerie. Why? Do you know her? Did she bully you?"