Ye Ayin's tone was gentle and her temperament was gentle, like a sunflower smiling at the sunshine, with a quiet eyes as light as talking and laughing. [ ]

At this moment, she seemed to have become a real red leaf, appearing in front of Ji Jinyao in a flesh-and-blooded image, like an inexhaustible nightmare.

Ji Jinyao was shocked and was in place. She seemed to be taken into a virtual trap by Ye Ayen. She couldn't get out or see herself clearly.

She could only subconsciously recite the lines: "No, I have never thought about it like this..."

"Isn't it?"

Ye Ayen's tone rose slightly, and what spreads to her heart is not the ultimate hatred, but a kind of fearful indifference.

Ji Jinyao suddenly felt that she had nowhere to escape, and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and she was defeated by Ye Ayen's aura.

"Look at the gorgeous and white wedding dress on you, how sacred the color, how dazzling the brilliance, how... it contrasts with you."

Ye Ayin looked at her, and her gentle face still had a elegant and graceful temperament, and her clean short hair was well-behaved and soft.

Between the delicate collarbone, a low-key diamond pendant exudes a bright stream of light.

The light shook into Ye Yiyin's eyes, as if beautiful but poisonous mercury was flowing quietly in her quiet eyes.

"I still remember that you told me that you like lilies the most, so the hem of the wedding dress must be embroidered with silver wire. The cuffs must be inlaid with one hundred round and flawless little pearls, one more or one less, because this symbolizes that you and Ren Xuan have a long-lasting and important meaning. By the way, the wrapping of your breast must be filled with ten thousand crystal rhinestones that match you, and it must be hand-sewn. Only in this way can you be the most beautiful and beautiful bride."

She stretched out her hand and a smile floated on the corner of her mouth, which was extremely light, extremely light, like a floating cloud in the sky, but was stained with black mist.

"Look, my fingers are scarred by those silk threads."

Ji Jinyao felt fear, extremely fear, as if a pair of hands grabbed her heart, making her breathing unsteady. She was pulled by the lines and looked at Ye Yanyin's spreading hands. The white gauze on her head floated down half to cover her smooth side face, and her eyes flashed in panic.

Ye Yiyin looked at her, and her dark eyes seemed to see the infinitely distant direction through Ji Jinyao.
Chapter completed!