Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 872:

Allan slowly closed his eyes for a moment, as if to say he understood.

That afternoon, Alban and Lizzie arrived together, carrying a big box.

“Why is the box so big?” Rachel asked curiously.

Allan struggled to speak, his hoarse voice slow but filled with emotion. “A wedding dress! See… if you like it.”

Tears streamed down Rachel’s face. “Okay,” she whispered.

She carefully opened the box, and with Alban and Lizzie’s help, they pulled out the wedding dress.

The wedding dress flowed beautifully, glowing like moonlight. It was as light as air, pure white like fresh snow, and decorated with diamonds that twinkled under the light, like a sky full of stars.

Lizzie switched off the lights, and surprisingly, the room lit up even more. The diamonds on the dress gave off a soft glow, making it look even more breathtaking.

Rachel stepped toward Allan and said with certainty, “I love it! Thank you, Allan. I truly love it!”

“That’s… great!” Allan said slowly, struggling to get the words out. His eyes moved around before he asked, “Tomorrow, can you… take me… to the sea?”

Everyone answered together, “Of course.”

That night, once Allan was asleep, Rachel gently took out the wedding dress. Without a second thought, she slipped it on. It fit her perfectly, as if it had been made just for her. The diamonds on the hem sparkled under the moonlight, making it look even more stunning. But deep inside, her heart ached.

She quickly made up her mind and went out that very night to find a wedding planner. Allan had done so much for her since the day they met. Now, it was her turn to do something for him.

By the time the sun’s first rays peeked through the clouds, the wedding setup—prepared overnight—was finally ready.noveldrama

There were no guests, no officiant, just the sea and the sky.

A soft sea breeze swept through, carrying the scent of salt and gently lifting the edges of her wedding dress.

𝖢𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖈𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖋: 𝖌ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸𝖼𝗈𝗆

With the vast blue sea and sky behind it, the whole wedding scene looked like a dream, almost unreal.

Flowers, greenery, the sound of waves, soft music, and a white piano nearby… it all came together to create the perfect setting for a wedding.

By eight in the morning, the beach was bathed in golden sunlight, with a soft reddish glow in the sky. Everything looked beautiful.

Lizzie and Alban arrived, pushing Allan’s wheelchair to the venue.

The moment he saw everything, he was completely speechless.

“Allan!” A familiar voice called out from the distance.

Lizzie quickly turned his wheelchair toward the voice. He saw a woman in a white wedding dress, veil in place, lifting her skirt slightly as she ran toward him. As she neared, she slowed her pace, walking toward him with steady steps. When she was close enough, Allan could finally see her face clearly—it was Rachel.

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