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?”

stumbled over to an iris, tilting her head in a confused yet utterly adorable manner that brought a smile to his face, reminding him of her childhood innocence, so endearing

in the next moment, she fell into the

“Xannie, be careful!”

into the water and pulled

she clung to him, her eyes briefly meeting his with a familiar warmth that shook

carried her ashore, anxiously performing CPR until she coughed up water and her heartbeat gradually stabilized. But he couldn’t stop himself. He kept kissing her,

Xanthea awoke, she

presence, caring for

and familiarity for her “Matt” something always felt off. She realized she was drawn not to him but to the name “Matt,”

remembered his lonely figure sitting on the steps in the rain, remembered singing a song for him that he liked, remembered how happy she felt when she was with him, but she couldn’t recall his face.

and unsure if Matthew was indeed that boy, it wasn’t until he rescued her from the lake that a

was him, the one she had