Molly spent the most joyful holidays of her life.

In early spring, she married Ocelotte. Her wedding veil was an impressive three meters long, as the elders said that the longer the veil, the longer the marriage. So, Ocelotte had a three-meter-long veil designed for her.

He said he wanted to be with her for three lifetimes and more.

As the bells of the church rang, Molly, holding onto Lorian’s arm, slowly walked toward Ocelotte. From that moment on, they were one, bound together not only as a couple but as a family. His loved ones were now hers, and they would share both joy and hardship.

The few meters between them felt like the culmination of the four years they had spent together.

At the altar, Lorian handed Molly to his younger brother and gave his shoulder a gentle pat. "Take good care of her," he said.

Ocelotte took a step forward, gazing at Molly through the delicate veil.

Today, she looked like a pure white jasmine flower.

Ocelotte gently lifted the veil, wanting her t