Darryl quickly went over and held onto her while his heart was in a lot of pain.
“Yvonne… Are you…”
“I’m alright.” Yvonne got back on her feet and looked at the makeup mirror with a smile. “I… I haven’t put on my makeup, I need to be pretty when I’m marrying you…”
“Let me help…” said Darryl as he choked on his words. Darryl clenched his fists as he held back his tears and then helped Yvonne to the dressing table.
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“You’re not allowed to cry, okay? You already promised me,” said Yvonne softly as she noticed Darryl’s eyes were turning red. She then took a brush and looked at the mirror and focused on her makeup.
Darryl silently stood behind and watched.
Eventually, Yvonne finished putting on her makeup, and in a blink of an eye, her pale face became immeasurably captivating.
Yvonne was filled with joy as she turned toward Darryl and asked with a huge grin, “How do I look now?”
Darryl’s eyes were red as tears blurred his vision. He dared not lift his head to look at Yvonne and softly said, “You’re so beautiful. There’s no bride in this world that’s comparable to you.”
Yvonne bit her lips when she saw Darryl’s expression, but pretended as though she had not seen anything. She then put up a joyful expression and asked, “What do you think we should name our kids?”
Darryl’s face was filled with tears but he did not want to ruin the moment and played along. “Our children must have great names. Our son will be called Supreme, while our daughter will be Fortune.
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Together they’ll be Supreme Fortune.”
Yvonne initially laughed at Darryl’s nonsense, but alas she could not hold back any longer and burst into tears.
Yvonne bawled her eyes out. ‘I’m not even sure if I could live past tomorrow. There’s no point in discussing the future, no point in discussing our children.’
“Yvonne, don’t cry, don’t cry…” Darryl repeated over and over again as he hugged her tightly. “You’
11 be alright, you’ll be alright. We’ll have a good life …and we’ll have lots of kids…”