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?”

iris, tilting her head in a confused yet utterly adorable manner that brought a smile to his

moment, she fell

“Xannie, be careful!”

water and pulled her

cold, clear waters, she clung to him, her eyes briefly meeting his with a familiar

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

when Xanthea awoke, she saw

the years Matthew had been a constant presence, caring for her with dedication

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 a blurry, dissimilar figure from her memory.

had started to take shape in her mind, transforming into a little boy. He had secretly attended her concert, remembered his lonely figure sitting on the steps in the rain, remembered singing a

her from the lake

the one she had cherished in her