Chapter 1908: Marriage

Qiaozhi sighed; this war was about to reach a turning point.

Fortunately, the severe wounds they suffered meant they had no Method of returning to the battlefield.

Unfortunately, they needed to continue recuperating in hospital beds, waiting for the war to end.

After Daoqi died, the news of Gelin was no longer kept hidden, and Gelin had also recovered quite a bit, already able to speak.

But his hands could not yet lift a pen.

This battle had caused him to suffer very serious injuries.

He wanted to write a letter to Natasha but couldn't, though fortunately, Qiaozhi was there to write it for him.

"Dearest Natasha..."

Gelin weighed his choice of words: "No, no, no, can't write it like that. Must write it so I sound heroic, must express my helplessness, must show that it wasn't that I intentionally didn't tell her about my current situation."

Qiaozhi glanced at Gelin, tore up the letter, and threw it into the wastebasket that was already full.

"How exactly do you want to write it?"

Gelin thought for a moment and said: "Yes, write it like this, yes, just like this!"

"Dearest Natasha, please forgive my unannounced departure. Distance and time constrained my body, but they could not constrain my soul, which allowed me to see you in my dreams. It was only then that I discovered that falling in love with you was the simplest thing I have ever done. A victory in battle, a little bit of merit—none of it compares to the embrace you give me."

"I want to tell you, I love you..."

Qiaozhi looked over this love letter and chuckled: "Gelin, you really understand women."

"However, do you intend for the postman to deliver this letter to her personally?"

Gelin was stunned for a moment, then revealed a helpless smile: "Qiaozhi, I really want to fly to Natasha's side right now and tell her how much I love her, but look at the two of us."

Gelin spread his hands and said: "The hospital bed constrains our bodies."

"But it hasn't constrained your soul, has it?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Gelin's expression froze. He saw a beautiful woman, a bit haggard, yet still not lacking her former radiance.

Gelin's expression went from astonishment to shock, his mouth growing wider and wider until it reached an exaggerated degree.

"Natasha!"

"How did you come here?"

Natasha walked over, looking at Gelin lying on the hospital bed, unable to move anything but his mouth. Her eyes turned slightly red, and tears welled up.

"Can I not come?"

Gelin hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, I mean, I didn't expect you to come. This is a field hospital; very few people should know my news."

He tried his best to turn his head to look at Qiaozhi beside him.

"Qiaozhi, is this your doing?"

Qiaozhi neither admitted nor denied it.

Masha had come with Natasha this time, and she answered this question in Qiaozhi's place.

"Natasha and I have known about the two of you for two months. Natasha knew you were fine and just staying in the hospital; she was clamoring to see you back then."

"But at that time, Qiaozhi wouldn't tell us the location of the hospital. We asked around for a long time, and it was only through Natasha's connections that we found this place."

Gelin turned his head to look at the teardrops rolling down Natasha's face, feeling immense guilt in his heart.

Natasha felt a lump in her throat, her hand touching Gelin's cheek, feeling the warmth: "My dear..."

Seeing this scene, Qiaozhi stood up. His wounds had mostly healed, and he left the hospital bed with Masha's support.

"Let's not disturb the two newlyweds. Masha, come with me; I have something to tell you."

Masha gave a soft hum and nodded.

With Masha's support, Qiaozhi walked outside. They arrived outdoors; the weather had already warmed up, and the treetops were turning green again.

The migratory birds had all returned, and the place was both safe and scenic.

Seeing this scenery,

and with the person he had missed for so long by his side, the two sat on a wooden chair, having things to say.

Qiaozhi took a breath; he hadn't been this nervous even when facing the cruel battles on the front lines. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring made from an iron loop.

Qiaozhi said: "Masha, every battle on the front lines made me want to return to your side quickly and marry you."

"At the wedding, we didn't exchange rings. I don't know if you are still willing to marry me?"

Masha looked at Qiaozhi with teary eyes, her throat feeling as if it were blocked, and she could only nod vigorously.

Qiaozhi looked at Masha, knelt on one knee, held up the ring made from the iron loop, and said: "Marry me."

"I do."

"I am willing to become your wife."

This scene attracted the gazes of others; they hummed a slightly off-key wedding march for the newlyweds.

In such an atmosphere, he placed the ring on her finger.

Not long after, Qiaozhi and Gelin were both discharged from the hospital.

Gelin's limbs were still unable to move, but his wounds were mostly healed.

Originally, Gelin would not have been discharged; the hospital doctors and nurses would not have allowed them to leave.

According to regulations, officers whose wounds have not healed are not allowed to leave.

Especially for someone of Gelin's rank; his official position had already reached the level of Brigadier General when he was injured.

But Gelin said one sentence: "My best friend's wedding, can I not attend?"

In the end, Gelin wore a suit, sat in a wheelchair, and under the care of two doctors, successfully attended Qiaozhi's wedding.

The wedding hall was set in Fojilisi.

That was Qiaozhi's hometown, and the wedding was grand.

The people of Fojilisi heard of Qiaozhi's heroic deeds and came one after another to congratulate him.

His reputation reached its peak in this region.

Seeing Qiaozhi get married, Sister-in-law Danni could finally set down the heavy burden in her heart.

However, regarding Qiaozhi marrying Masha, Miss Qin, who had feelings for Qiaozhi, only sent someone to deliver her blessings.

It was not that Qiaozhi had not invited the Count's family, but that she did not want to come.

Masha wore a pure white wedding dress, and her child presented her with flowers.

Under the priest's solemn voice: "Mr. Qiaozhi, whether in poverty or wealth, sickness or health, are you willing to become the husband of Miss Marie?"

Qiaozhi took Masha's hand, looked into her eyes, and vowed: "I do. From now until the end of my life, I will love you, cherish you, I am willing to become your husband."

The priest asked again: "Miss Masha, whether in poverty or wealth, sickness or health, are you willing to become the wife of Mr. Qiaozhi?"

Masha looked at those eyes filled with tenderness and love, and vowed: "I do. I am willing to accompany Qiaozhi, growing old day by day, until the end of life; he shall be my husband, my lover..."

The bride and groom exchanged rings.

The two became husband and wife.

Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd below the stage.

Today in the town, a woman who was once called a jinx, a kind-hearted woman, waited for her Prince Charming.

The hero also found his belonging.

Everything was the best ending; Gelin watched as his best brother got married.

In the end, he was still a step faster than him.

The corners of his eyes were a little moist, and teardrops fell to the ground.

Natasha was beside him and said: "Gelin, when will you marry me?"

Gelin turned his head to look at Natasha behind him, stunned for a moment: "Natasha, did I hear that right?"

He looked at Natasha's expression, and her eyes were absolutely certain; he had not heard wrong. The recent transcoding is severe; let us have more motivation, update faster, please move your little hands to exit

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