Waylen tenderly clasped Rena's hand and whispered, "Rena, I will love you eternally. I will never leave you."

Rena turned her head.

The golden sunlight bathed her form, rendering her so resplendent that it captivated the hearts of those who beheld her.

Waylen leaned in and kissed her tenderly.

It was gentle and truly a sight to behold.

Observing the couple on the stage, Rena briefly averted her gaze. She gently caressed Waylen's face and murmured, "Waylen, I love you too."

He held her hand, their fingers intertwined.

Subsequently, the congregation left the church.

Korbyn ushered the children back to the Fowler residence, while Waylen took Rena on a leisurely stroll.

The ginkgo leaves had transformed into a vibrant shade of yellow.

The ground was covered with a carpet of golden hues.

Waylen removed his suit jacket and draped it over Rena's shoulders.

Hand in hand, they took their time walking along the long road as if they had all the time in the world.

“Mark and Cecilia can finally find happiness," Waylen remarked.

Rena couldn't resist leaning her head against his shoulder.

Waylen wrapped his arm around her, sporting a smile.

“What's your next move, Mrs. Fowler? Shall we have another child?"

"What do you take me for, a breeding machine?"

Rena responded softly, “When the children grow up, I'd like to open a coffee shop and spend my free time tending to the garden and indulging in reading."

Waylen grinned.