The entire person was frozen in place, as if all reason had been extracted in an instant. Qin Youxuan just stared straight ahead.

Watching Ye Zhanxing walking towards her.

Those surrounding them gasped collectively upon seeing Ye Zhanxing, seemingly resurrected from the dead.

Su Yiru, who was seated on the viewing platform, stood up abruptly, tears streaming down before she even spoke.

"Dad..."

Ye Mingmei’s emotions almost collapsed in an instant.

If she wasn’t heavily pregnant and unable to move quickly through the crowd, she would have already rushed towards Ye Zhanxing.

Even the media at the scene redirected their camera focus from Qin Youxuan to the suddenly appearing Ye Zhanxing.

The news of the former Ye Group president coming back to life was quickly overshadowing the wedding.

Among everyone, only Qin Youxuan remained in a daze.

Holding the hem of her wedding dress, she stared at Ye Zhanxing approaching her, her bright cat-like eyes seemingly unable to focus, just staring fixedly ahead.

For a long while, there was no reaction.

"Looks like I’ve really aged a lot, even my precious daughter can’t recognize me." Ye Zhanxing’s wheelchair stopped less than three meters from Qin Youxuan; he went no further.

He gently lifted his head, looking at the stunned Qin Youxuan, his warm voice tinged with barely suppressible joy and excitement.

His precious daughter, his deepest concern... He never thought he’d get another chance to see her in person.

"..."

Qin Youxuan didn’t know how long she was in shock, and no one around her urged her; they just waited quietly.

Countless images flashed through her mind, overlapping...

Once, her greatest dream was to have a second chance.

She would never have held a wedding, then her dad wouldn’t have died.

But now, in the same church, witnessed by the same family and friends, a miracle unfolded before her eyes.

As if bewitched, Qin Youxuan couldn’t distinguish whether it was reality or a dream.

She dared not move, fearing that if she did, everything before her would become illusion, and the dad she so wanted to see would disappear again.

"Youxuan, it’s Dad." Ye Zhanxing looked at the hesitating Qin Youxuan; his stern face slightly lifted as he softly called.

Seeing her excited yet hesitant demeanor, Ye Zhanxing felt an indescribable heartache.

He pushed his wheelchair, eager to move forward.

"Dad..."

Qin Youxuan stood there, dazed for a few seconds before finally coming to her senses. Hitching up her skirt, she ran forward, throwing herself into Ye Zhanxing’s arms.

She hugged him tightly, afraid that loosening her grip would make Ye Zhanxing disappear again.

"This isn’t a dream, this can’t be a dream!"

"Yes, this isn’t a dream, Dad’s alive and well, ready to walk you down the aisle and see you off to happiness." Ye Zhanxing’s eyes were red with emotion.

He looked up at the guests filling the chapel, gently patting Qin Youxuan’s back.

"Today is your big day, and it’s also Dad’s happiest day. Don’t cry, be joyful, let’s celebrate that our family can finally reunite."

"..."

Qin Youxuan felt the warmth of Ye Zhanxing’s body, looking at his pale yet spirited face. Tears kept falling, unable to stop even as she bit her lip hard.

"Xuan, it’s a good thing Uncle is alright. Why are you crying? Your makeup is ruined; how will you marry beautifully?"