My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 471

Chapter 471

She couldn't help but stop in her tracks. For sreason, she was reminded of that distant, regrettable

childhood promise.

Back then, she had heard someone say that if a couple rode a Ferris wheel together, they’d never part in this

lifetime. So, she and Ethan made a pact to ride the Ferris wheel together.

The appointment was to meet at the school gates at 8 PM on Saturday, no bailing. It was those words that led to

a tragedy.

After regaining her memory, she often thought that if she hadn't suggested that promise, she wouldn't have lost

her memory, wouldn't have forgotten her Ethan, and wouldn't have led to this series of events.

“Xannie”

A deep, magnetic male voice wafted through the night, making Xanthea freeze, doubting her own ears, as she

slowly turned around.

Behind her stood Orion, in a dark coat lifted by the wind, revealing a white iris pinned on his shirt right over his

chest.

He was holding a clear glass jar, inside which were hundreds of sparkling fireflies, gathered together like a small

moon.

Orion?1

“I'm here for our appointment.”

His voice was clear, his demeanor gentle, with a softness in his eyes that immediately brought tears to

Xanthea’'s eyes.

“On!” She ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.

Orion hugged her tightly, his face gently rubbing against her soft curls, “Sorry, Xannie, I'm late, more than a

decade late.”

“No, it's not like that.” Xanthea, buried in his chest, her voice choked with emotion

He didn’t blher, and even after she regained her memory, he hurried here for their appointment, even

drawing the iris she had marked for him, just like when they were kids.

Her Ori, how could he be so wonderful? So wonderful she didn’t know how to love him enough to make up for all

those years of unendurable waiting.

“Orion, you're not mad at me?”

“Silly girl, I'm too busy loving you to be mad.”

“You're so amazing, | don’t know what to do.”

Drion chuckled lightly, his eyebrows lifting in a gentle curve, “Just stay by my side, always.”

“I will, I've missed you so much.”

too.”

Orion tightened his embrace, inhaling the faint scent of her his handsface dripping with deep affection and

satisfaction.

He missed her so much, every day of their separation felt like an etemity, tossing and turning, sleepless, as if

enduring a long century, nearly driven mad by longing.

He suddenly admired how he had survived these past decades; if every day was like these last seven, he might

have died from longing. From now on, he wouldn't allow her to be away from him for even a day.

“You're lying. If you missedthat much, why didn’t you call or at least text me? Even if tradition forbids a call,

a text would do.”

“Didn’t Samuel tell you?”

His tone held confusion, and Xanthea caught on, “Samuel? My phone was with him; don’t tellyou texted, and

he didn’t say anything? That sneaky man, wait till | get back to deal with him!”

Orion looked down, a secret smile in his eyes, “It's also possible, it got flagged as spam.”

“Why would that happen?”

“Suspected of being Indecent”

Chapter 471

Chapter 471

She couldn’t help but stop in her tracks. For sreason, she was reminded of that distant, regrettable

childhood promise.

Back then, she had heard someone say that if a couple rode a Ferris wheel together, they’d never part in this

lifetime. So, she and Ethan made a pact to ride the Ferris wheel together.

The appointment was to meet at the school gates at 8 PM on Saturday, no bailing. It was those words that led to

a tragedy.

After regaining her memory, she often thought that if she hadn't suggested that promise, she wouldn't have lost

her memory, wouldn't have forgotten her Ethan, and wouldn't have led to this series of events.

“Xannie”

A deep, magnetic male voice wafted through the night, making Xanthea freeze, doubting her own ears, as she

slowly turned around.

Behind her stood Orion, in a dark coat lifted by the wind, revealing a white iris pinned on his shirt right over his

chest.

He was holding a clear glass jar, inside which were hundreds of sparkling fireflies, gathered together like a small

moon.

Orion?1

“I'm here for our appointment.”

His voice was clear, his demeanor gentle, with a softness in his eyes that immediately brought tears to

Xanthea’'s eyes.

“On!” She ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms.

Orion hugged her tightly, his face gently rubbing against her soft curls, “Sorry, Xannie, I'm late, more than a

decade late.”

“No, it's not like that.” Xanthea, buried in his chest, her voice choked with emotion

He didn’t blher, and even after she regained her memory, he hurried here for their appointment, even

drawing the iris she had marked for him, just like when they were kids.

Her Ori, how could he be so wonderful? So wonderful she didn’t know how to love him enough to make up for all

those years of unendurable waiting.

“Orion, you're not mad at me?”

“Silly girl, I'm too busy loving you to be mad.”

“You're so amazing, | don’t know what to do.”

Drion chuckled lightly, his eyebrows lifting in a gentle curve, “Just stay by my side, always.”

“I will, I've missed you so much.”

too.”

Orion tightened his embrace, inhaling the faint scent of her his handsface dripping with deep affection and

satisfaction.

He missed her so much, every day of their separation felt like an etemity, tossing and turning, sleepless, as if

enduring a long century, nearly driven mad by longing.

He suddenly admired how he had survived these past decades; if every day was like these last seven, he might

have died from longing. From now on, he wouldn't allow her to be away from him for even a day.

“You're lying. If you missedthat much, why didn’t you call or at least text me? Even if tradition forbids a call,

a text would do.”

“Didn’t Samuel tell you?”

His tone held confusion, and Xanthea caught on, “Samuel? My phone was with him; don’t tellyou texted, and

he didn’t say anything? That sneaky man, wait till | get back to deal with him!”

Orion looked down, a secret smile in his eyes, “It's also possible, it got flagged as spam.”

“Why would that happen?”

“Suspected of being Indecent”