Somewhere in London, United Kingdom.
Jiao Yang, who had been knocked unconscious, slowly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the cruise ship on the large screen in front of him. He struggled instinctively.
"You missed the most exciting moment, and I think it's necessary to replay it for you."
Luo Ke smiled and pressed the remote control, the image on the screen quickly rewound, then stopped and started again.
Amidst the fluttering petals, Luo Xiaoqian slowly walked to Leng Zimo's side.
The priest asked Leng Zimo, and Leng Zimo answered that he was willing, then he turned to look at Luo Xiaoqian.
"Ms. Luo Xiaoqian, are you willing to marry Leng Zimo and become his wife, according to the teachings of the Bible, to walk alongside him, be united with him in the eyes of God, love him, comfort him, respect him, protect him... whether in sickness or in health, in poverty or in wealth, to be faithful to him always, until parted by death?"
