In an instant, the candlelight was lit.
A path paved with rose petals appeared before us.
Ling Huanwu stepped forward on the petals, and when she looked up and her eyes fell on Qin Jinshen, who was dressed in a white suit and had his hair slicked back in the center of the hall, her pupils dilated in shock, and she was so shocked that she couldn't even walk.
Qin Jinshen picked up his violin and rested it on his shoulder.
A melodious and heartfelt song, "Ode to Love," echoed in the large living room, like a lover calling out their beloved's name.
Ling Huanwu stood frozen in place, unsure whether to leave or interrupt him, feeling agonizing every second.
Song Yaoyao, who was locked in the basement, was also suffering.
She hadn't breastfed her child for a day and a night, and even the slightest lift of her arm caused her to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
She was originally locked in the basement, and she could hear the guards outside chatting, saying that Ling Huanwu would arrive here soon.
She was incredibly excited at the time.
The thought that Ling Huanwu would suffer just as much as she had when she came here made her feel that all the suffering she was going through was worthwhile.
But after waiting for a long time, she didn't see Ling Huanwu being locked in the basement like her, nor did she hear any woman screaming outside.
All that could be heard coming from outside was a violin love song that would make any woman's bones melt.
Song Yaoyao completely broke down and howled in despair in the dark basement.
Meanwhile, in the living room upstairs.
Qin Jinshen, who had stopped playing the violin, suddenly knelt down in front of Ling Huanwu. Ling Huanwu's mind went blank, and she froze like a wooden sculpture...
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