Bruno spoke Chinese, though it was very broken, but much better than when he first came to China.
"Xiuxiu, why are you getting married? You told me last time that you wouldn't consider marriage for at least three years. Were you lying to me?" Bruno looked at Li Xiuxiu sadly, holding a bouquet of vibrant red roses with a small card tied to it. Ye Qingqing's eyes...
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