And so, Enson held her in his arms, kissed her hair, patted her back, and said, "Rest well."
Ling Momo slightly moved her sore and limp body, leaning in his embrace, without saying a word.
The room was very quiet.
Ling Momo kept her eyes wide open, her thoughts in turmoil, and she had no idea how much time had passed before sleepiness overcame her, causing Ling Momo to slowly close her eyes, her breathing gradually becoming even.
Enson gently pulled up the blanket to wrap her body once more, then kissed her forehead, holding her as he let her sleep.
A beautiful bride in a white wedding gown stood on a large, green lawn, surrounded by sturdy trees adorned with many pretty lilies and roses.
The wind blew, scattering the fragrance of flowers.
Petals fell, dreamily beautiful.
Holding a large bouquet of flowers, she walked with the petals falling all around her, heading toward the distant priest's platform.
