My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 446

Orion had secretly adored Xanthea for fourteen long years. Even on Xanthea’s coming–of–age ceremony, Orion couldn’t resist finding an excuse to attend. He didn’t want to miss the most important moment of her life.

Amidst the crowd, the young woman radiated an enchanting beauty in her shimmering sequin gown, her thick, wavy hair cascading down her back like seaweed, her figure outlined by the dress’s delicate straps. Her smile, bright and inviting under the sunlight, made her resemble a dazzling mermaid, captivating everyone’s gaze.

His once pure angel had transformed into a mesmerizing nymph. Every smile, every movement was as captivating as poppies, making him dizzy with infatuation.

He stood in a dim comer, quietly observing as she cut the cake, danced with friends, delivered a speech, and then, a bit tipsy from drinking, run alone to chased butterflies in the garden.

“Little butterfly, don’t run! Don’t run, little butterfly!”

“Little butterfly, I’m Xan, what’s your name?”

in a confused yet utterly adorable manner that brought a smile to his face, reminding him of her childhood innocence,

in the next moment, she fell into the

“Xannie, be careful!”

the water and pulled

him, her eyes briefly meeting his with

until she coughed up water and her heartbeat gradually stabilized. But he couldn’t stop himself.

Xanthea awoke,

constant presence, caring for her

to respond to him, feeling a vague sense of affection and familiarity for her “Matt” something always felt off. She realized she was drawn not to him but to the name “Matt,” linked to

boy. He had secretly attended her concert, remembered his lonely figure sitting on the steps

until he rescued her

was him, the one she had cherished in her