As the sky gradually darkened,
on the other side of the coast, the lighthouse had already lit up its sweeping beam...
Rebecca Quentin stared at the now cold and desolate scene before her.
A row of arches made of white royal roses swayed precariously on the beach due to the intensified night sea wind, with a few roses occasionally falling from the arch...
Not far away, Mrs. Geoffrey sat on a chair, her hand resting on her forehead, while Nelson Lewis and others were talking to her.
Mrs. Geoffrey felt exhausted, having just seen off the wedding guests; she hadn't had a sip of water all afternoon.
Rebecca Quentin glanced around; the lights set up for the wedding venue had already been turned on.
It was said that the wedding banquet was originally planned to be held on the beach, but now, aside from the lights, the beach was empty and lonely.
She stared at the flickering lights, her heart rising and sinking along with them.
