Perhaps he had thought about something on the day and dreamed about it at night. As soon as he talked to Feng Ning about An Lan during the day, he saw the person he was dreaming about at night.

In the dream, An Lan, wearing a white long dress, smiled like a flower, stood on the grass holding flowers in her hands, and called out cutely: "Brother Yu, come here, come here quickly."

He was very happy and ran over to hug her tightly. His joy and excitement were beyond words, and he said with a little trembling: "Xiao Lan, it's really you! Am I dreaming?"

An Lan hugged his waist with a smile, her eyes flashing with a cunning light, and she asked with her head tilted.

"Brother Yu, are you sleeping stupidly? Have you forgotten what day it is?"

Ling Yichen followed and asked blankly, "What day?"

"Oh, today is our wedding day!"

"Marriage?" Ling Yichen stood there for a long time before finding his voice, looking at her with a little trembling uncertainty.

"Yes, you said you would marry me when I grow up. Today is the day for us to hold our wedding. Let's go quickly and be late."

An Lan reached out and poked his forehead, then took his hand and walked forward.

Ling Yichen walked forward with her and then saw that she was wearing a white wedding dress and she also changed into a black suit.

When I looked up, the scene in front of me also changed.

The exotic seaside, pink and white roses and balloons and other items were arranged into a warm and romantic venue. Through the beautiful circular arch, a delicate figure at the end was reaching out to him.

Ling Yichen stared at the figure tightly, with heavy breathing and heartbeat filling his ears, and his wide eyes were filled with a kind of awkward sorrow, which he ignored.

He couldn't even think about what was going on, was it true?

I only know that what he is waiting ahead is the person he has been thinking about for many years.

Ling Yichen didn't know how he walked over. When he came to his senses, his hands had already held the soft and gentle bride, and the beautiful and gentle bride was looking at him with a smile.

She pulled him to the priest, stood with his fingers tightly together, and the white-haired and bearded priest looked at her lovingly and asked, "Miss An Lan, you are willing to marry Mr. Feng Yu as your wife, no matter...

Do you want to?"

"I do." A gentle and firm voice floated into my ears.

The priest looked at him with a smile and asked the same question, "Mr. Feng Yu, you are willing to marry Miss Anlan..."

"I do!" Ling Yichen rushed to respond, as if he was afraid that others would repent if he spoke slowly.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at An Lan with affectionate expression.

In the sun, her gentle smile was dazzlingly beautiful. He couldn't help but lean down and wanted to kiss the slightly opened red lips. The inadvertent glance at the corner of his eyes made him pause.

A bright red suddenly appeared on her abdomen. Ling Yichen's face changed drastically. He hurriedly helped An Lan and asked, "Xiao Lan, what's wrong with you?"

When An Lan heard this, he looked down at the blood on the wedding dress. When she raised her head, her face turned pale. She looked at Ling Yichen murmured with her mouth open, and blood flowed out from the corners of her lips, dyeing Ling Yichen's eyes red.

"Xiao Lan, don't be afraid of Xiao Lan..." Ling Yichen grinned his teeth and trembled his hands to wipe off the blood from the corners of her lips, but what followed was a more surging bright red.

"Call an ambulance, hurry up..." Ling Yichen suddenly looked up at the surroundings. The bustling crowd just now disappeared, and the romantic scene became depressed, with no one around, only blood all over the ground.

Ling Yichen hugged An Lan with trembling hands, his hands full of wet and sticky feeling, and the person in his arms also changed.

Her fair and tender face turned gray and thin, and blood kept escaping from her lips. Her white clothes had been dyed red by the blood, and her cold and thin hands were holding him tightly.

"Brother Yu, you said you would marry me when you grow up... Why don't you come back... Why should you push me to someone else..." She asked in anger

His bright eyes became dim, with painful accusations.

"Xiao Lan, I'm not, I don't...I'm sorry..."

"Brother Yu, I'm leaving..."

"No, don't leave! Xiaolan, don't leave!" Ling Yichen hugged her tightly, for fear that she would disappear as soon as she let go.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving...Brother Yu, wait for me...When I come back, I'll find you..."
Chapter completed!