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Night fell.
In Ye Anqi's bedroom, the wall's sconce emitted a soft glow.
There was a bunch of fiery red roses thrown in the room's trash can.
Ye Anqi leaned against the headboard, reading a book.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
The door was suddenly knocked again.
Ye Anqi looked up irritably. Could it be Ya Shitian again?
"Miss Ye, have you rested?" The butler's voice came from outside.
Ye Anqi was startled and hurriedly got up to open the door.
The butler stood at the door, greeting her respectfully, "Miss Ye, the young master is looking for you."
At this time?
"Where is he?"
"The hospital."
Ye Anqi immediately asked no further questions.
She seemed to have a premonition...
A church, flowers, and a priest carrying a cross.
Ye Anqi, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, stood before the priest, stunningly beautiful—so ethereal it seemed unreal.
Standing by her side was Bei Jingshen in a white suit.