"Are you really going to marry me?" Ming Luo asked in disbelief.
"Yeah." Ye Zhihan was finally amused by the girl's reaction. He rubbed Mingluo's soft hair and raised a long-lost smile. For some reason, even though he was inexplicably dragged into the illusion today, he was in a very good mood.
After hearing Ye Zhihan's affirmative answer, Mingluo quickly calmed down and kept repeating to herself, "This is acting! He's Mr. Qiu, and I'm the eldest daughter of the Meng family! This is acting!"
After repeating it silently several times, Mingluo's heart was still pounding. She was just an ordinary girl. How could she have the right to marry the big shot of Suma Continent? Even if it was just acting, she felt like she was dreaming.
"Miss? Mr. Qiu has agreed to the marriage, so don't be shy." Wutong said while the iron was hot.
Mingluo took a deep breath, revealing a cute dimple as she smiled brightly at Ye Zhihan and said, "Then let's get started."
Seeing Mingluo finally relax and agree, Wutong happily went to the flower field and picked a handful of brightly colored flowers. Then she used her own Wutong flowers to wrap the flowers into a wreath. After she was done, she knelt respectfully in front of Mingluo and said, "Miss, I know the conditions here are simple and may not be worthy of your status, but I will do my best!"
After saying that, Wutong put the fragrant wreath on Mingluo's head, waved her hand again, and a rain of Wutong flowers fell from the sky. Then, she suppressed her excitement and held this unique and simple wedding.
Ming Luo followed Ye Zhihan's movements blankly. She was surrounded by the singing of birds, the fragrance of flowers, and the pink rain of sycamore flowers, but in her heart there was only Ye Zhihan's eyes as deep as a cold pond. Today, he had a warm aura that was completely different from the past, and this aura was intoxicating.
Ye Zhihan looked down at Ming Luo, who seemed a little reserved in front of him. Under the gorgeous garland, her rosy face and plump lips looked even more attractive.
Seeing a petal fall on Mingluo's hair, he subconsciously reached out to brush it away for her, which made Mingluo's face turn red. Her bright eyes seemed to flash a glimmer that he didn't understand.
Ye Zhihan mistakenly thought that this coquettish expression was a sign of disdain for him. Thinking that although this wedding was a staged performance, it was indeed very simple and unremarkable, he gently comforted Mingluo and said, "If you don't mind, I will prepare a grand wedding for you in the future. For now, I have to put up with you."
The moment she saw Ye Zhihan reaching out his hand, Ming Luo almost froze. Not to mention thinking, she was as nervous as a piece of wood. When she heard Ye Zhihan's affectionate promise that was completely inconsistent with his cold aura, Ming Luo quickly shook her head.
"No grievance! No grievance! Now is the best!" Ming Luo blushed and looked up at Ye Zhihan. Her clear eyes seemed to be testing the truthfulness of his words.
Mingluo was stunned when she met Ye Zhihan's frosty blue eyes. This was the Ye Zhihan she had never seen before.
His eyebrows were smiling, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was no indifference on his handsome face. The petals fell on his black hair, on his thick shoulders, and on his serious thin lips, making him look like a banished immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.
The scene before her was like a dream, making her unable to tell whether it was real or an illusion.
"Ye Zhihan..." Mingluo murmured.
"Hmm?" he answered softly.
"Is this an illusion?" Ming Luo asked.
"Yes." Ye Zhihan replied.
Ming Luo took a deep breath and repeated in her mind twice, "This is acting! I am the eldest daughter and he is Mr. Qiu." Then she raised her little face and smiled brightly, her bright eyes curved into small crescents, and said:
"I will never forget this picture. It is the most beautiful picture I have ever seen."
She was referring not only to the scenery but also to the people in front of her.
Although she knew that she would never be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the man in front of her, being able to leave such a beautiful picture in her memory made her trip to the Suma Continent worthwhile.
After the wedding ceremony was completed, Wutong, with a happy face, suddenly hugged her shoulders and took root in the flower field. Then she turned into the Wutong tree and grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye, she became a towering tree.
Then, the flower fields around Mingluo and Ye Zhihan all disappeared. With a change of wind and clouds that seemed like traveling through time and space, they came to an elegant courtyard. There was an extremely thick sycamore tree in the courtyard. On the sycamore tree was decorated a swing frame with an extremely smooth edge. It seemed that the owner must often sit on the swing.
When Mingluo saw this romantic courtyard, he immediately thought of the shabby house where they had taken shelter from the rain.
Last night, Zhihan and Mingluo fled to a desolate and dilapidated town. They chose a house with a roof that could barely shelter them from the wind and rain to spend the night. Mingluo remembered clearly that the house also had a courtyard with a sycamore tree in it and a broken swing board scattered beside the tree.
Mingluo and Ye Zhihan looked at each other, and saw understanding in each other's eyes. They seemed to have returned to the time when the owner of the house was still there.
In fact, Ye Zhihan had already noticed the weirdness of this illusion. He and Ming Luo were two crucial parties in the illusion, one was the eldest daughter of the Meng family, and the other was Mr. Qiu. However, no matter how he searched, he could not find the center of the illusion array near them, so he guessed that they did not enter an illusion, but a dream.
While such a vast and vivid dream was extremely rare, it didn't rule out the possibility that they had encountered a long-vanished figure. And Wutong, as the sole key connecting the real world and dreams, was the key to unlocking the dream.
Ming Luo looked around curiously. It turned out that before this courtyard fell into disrepair, it was so green and full of vitality. She asked, "Ye Zhihan, where are we now?"
Ye Zhihan approached Mingluo and whispered, "Wutong's Sea of Memory."
The sea of memories shows Wutong's memories from long ago——
At that time, Wutong was just a tree that had just awakened its spiritual intelligence. She could only stand in the courtyard every day to absorb spiritual energy and grow healthily.
The owner of the courtyard is a girl in red. She is beautiful and has a slim figure, but her personality is completely opposite to her appearance. She is extremely indifferent to everyone. Her beautiful face and cold personality make her look unique.
Ming Luo deliberately walked in front of the girl in red and found that she was still doing her own thing and did not notice that there were two more people in the yard. It seemed that this was really just a sea of memories, and they were like irrelevant spectators who could not make any changes to the scene before them.
Ming Luo thought that the girl in red must know that she was aloof and cold, so she deliberately wore red to offset the cold aura on her body. If such an icy beauty wore plain white, she would probably really keep people away.
The girl in red had a pretty face and elegant manners. She strolled to the sycamore tree, gently touched the trunk, then turned around and sat on the swing tied to the tree. She picked up a small teapot beside her and drank the scented tea by herself.
This must be a beauty. Mingluo, just standing in the courtyard and watching, felt that the scene of the girl in red sitting on the swing and drinking tea was extremely pleasing to the eye.
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