The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 520: Chapter 522: The Romantic Affection He Gave

Just look at this Santa Claus with a long white beard in front of me—isn’t he Nangong Feihong?

It’s her first time seeing such a handsome and stylish Santa Claus!

A lot of curious onlookers gathered around, exclaiming, and some even took out their cameras to snap photos.

Xia Xiaonuan laughed and said, ”Nangong Feihong, why didn’t you say anything earlier!”

”Princess, please get on the carriage!” said ”Santa Claus” in a serious tone.

Smiling, Xia Xiaonuan took Nangong Feihong’s hand and stepped onto the carriage.

Nangong Feihong took the reins, and the horse began to trot down the road.

Along the way, many cars stopped curiously to watch them, and some people took out their phones to take pictures.

The carriage finally stopped in front of the grand plaza.

A crowd had gathered in the center of the plaza, and at that moment, a man dressed in a white suit and wearing a mask approached on a white horse from another direction.

Xia Xiaonuan widened her eyes in disbelief.

The man jumped off the horse and walked to Xia Xiaonuan’s carriage.

”Princess, please allow me to accompany you on the journey to happiness!” Nangong Yaoling’s deep and resonant voice echoed like a cello. He stood before her, bending slightly, exuding a charming and graceful aura, just like a prince who had stepped out of a fairy tale.

A breeze blew snowflakes around, and Xia Xiaonuan laughed and said, ”Nangong Yaoling, what are you guys up to!”

”Santa” in front looked at Xiaonuan sourly and said, ”Xiaonuan, Young Master prepared all afternoon just to welcome you! I’m his coachman now!

Nangong Yaoling’s face was hidden behind the mask, only his deeply gazing eyes were visible, staring intently at her. Like a deep pool, seeming that one could get lost with just a glance.

The corners of his mouth slightly curved in a proud and elegant smile.

In the plaza, countless eyes looked towards them.

Xia Xiaonuan suppressed her pounding heart and placed her hand in Nangong Yaoling’s.

The man’s broad, warm palm clasped her small hand tightly, stepping forward.

Reaching the white horse, the horse shook its head and tail at him. He tightened his grip and lifted Xia Xiaonuan into the air, placing her on the horse’s back.

”Ah...!” Xia Xiaonuan exclaimed. Before she knew it, she was already sitting on the horse.

Nangong Yaoling mounted behind her, hugging Xia Xiaonuan from the back. His familiar scent enveloped her, his face against hers, his breath warm on her cheek.

”Nangong Yaoling, you guys are so boring...” Xia Xiaonuan said, pretending to be uninterested.

Nangong Yaoling lowered his head and kissed her behind the ear. ”What—don’t you like it? My princess?”

Xia Xiaonuan burst into laughter, her face flushing slightly. Nangong Yaoling glanced at her, couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her cheek, a trace of a smile in his eyes.

”Giddy up...!” Nangong Yaoling patted the horse’s rump, and the white horse immediately started running around the plaza.

Xia Xiaonuan cried out in surprise. The plaza was decorated with balloons and streamers, and a giant Santa Claus stood ahead.

Before them unfolded the image of a prince on a white horse with a princess, just like a scene from a fairy tale.

People began to dance and sing, fireworks exploding overhead. Nangong Yaoling rode with her through the wind.

In the center of the plaza, everyone waved glow sticks and cheered, screaming in excitement.