"No!" Shi Muyou's roar cut through the sky, and the white wedding dress fell from his fingers like a white dove with broken wings.

"ah!"

Su Niannian suddenly pressed her chest and felt a sharp pain.

Suddenly, a strange yet familiar scene flashed before my eyes:

The flowing veil, the shimmering gold dust, and...

A man's desperate cry echoed in my ears.

The phone slipped from my fingers.

She gasped for breath, and cold sweat soaked her pajamas.

It's not just empathy, the images are so clear that it's like...

Just like she had experienced it herself.

She picked up the phone again with trembling fingers, and her heart almost stopped when she saw the author's message.

[If you feel heartbroken after reading this, maybe you are the one I am looking for. - Night Watchman]

Su Niannian's fingertips hovered above the screen, hesitant to slide it down.

The three words "night watchman" split the fog like a flash of lightning, and a deep male voice suddenly rang in my ears: "Don't be afraid, I will always be your night watchman..."

Whose voice...is this?

…

At eight o'clock in the morning, Su Niannian changed into a light blue dress and stood in front of the mirror to fix her hair.

"Niannian, Xiuyuan is already at the door."

Chen Fang pushed the door open and looked at her daughter with satisfaction.

Seeing her daughter's plain face, she took out a makeup box from the drawer and stuffed it in her hand. "This is our first meeting, so dress up simply."

Looking at her mother's expectant eyes, Su Niannian had no choice but to open her makeup box, draw her eyebrows, and put on some lipstick.

“It’s so beautiful!”

Chen Fang nodded with satisfaction, her eyes curved with smile.

Su Niannian thought about it, then took out a jewelry box from the drawer and took out a platinum bracelet.