My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 471

Chapter 471

She couldn’t help but stop in her tracks. For some reason, she was reminded of that distant, regrettable childhood promise.

Back then, she had heard someone say that if a couple rode a Ferris wheel together, they’d never part in this lifetime. So, she and Ethan made a pact to ride the Ferris wheel together.

The appointment was to meet at the school gates at 8 PM on Saturday, no bailing. It was those words that led to a tragedy.

After regaining her memory, she often thought that if she hadn’t suggested that promise, she wouldn’t have lost her memory, wouldn’t have forgotten her Ethan, and wouldn’t have led to this series of events.

“Xannie”

A deep, magnetic male voice wafted through the night, making Xanthea freeze, doubting her own ears, as she slowly turned around.

Behind her stood Orion, in a dark coat lifted by the wind, revealing a white iris pinned on his shirt right over his chest.

He was holding a clear glass jar, inside which were hundreds of sparkling fireflies, gathered together like a small moon.

Orion?1

“I’m here for our appointment.”

His voice was clear, his demeanor gentle, with a softness in his eyes that immediately brought tears to Xanthea’s eyes.

“On!” She ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.

Orion hugged her tightly, his face gently rubbing against her soft curls, “Sorry, Xannie, I’m late, more than a decade late.”

“No, it’s not like that.” Xanthea, buried in his chest, her voice choked with emotion

He didn’t blame her, and even after she regained her memory, he hurried here for their appointment, even drawing the iris she had marked for him, just like when they were kids.

Her Ori, how could he be so wonderful? So wonderful she didn’t know how to love him enough to make up for all those years of unendurable waiting.

mad at

loving you to be

so amazing, I don’t know what to

lightly, his eyebrows lifting in a gentle curve, “Just stay by

I’ve missed you so much.”

“Me too.”

his embrace, inhaling the faint scent of her

missed her so much, every day of their separation felt like an etemity, tossing and turning, sleepless, as if enduring a long century, nearly

was like these last seven, he might have died from longing. From now on, he wouldn’t allow her to be away from

or at least text me? Even if tradition forbids a call, a text

tell you?”

phone was with him; don’t tell me you texted, and he didn’t say anything? That sneaky

eyes, “It’s also

that

being

Chapter 471

Chapter 471

her tracks. For some reason, she was reminded of that distant, regrettable childhood promise.

never part in this lifetime. So, she and

appointment was to meet at the school gates at 8 PM on

she hadn’t suggested that promise, she wouldn’t have lost her memory, wouldn’t

“Xannie”

the night, making Xanthea freeze, doubting her own ears, as she slowly turned

coat lifted by the wind, revealing a white iris

were hundreds of sparkling fireflies, gathered together like a

Orion?1

for

in his eyes

towards him, throwing herself into his

his face gently rubbing against her soft

it’s not like that.” Xanthea, buried in his chest, her voice

appointment, even drawing the