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Mr Xiao Ye ; reincarnated wife

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"Will you marry me" a dashing and peerless figure whose beauty could turn the world upside down was on one knee with a ring in his right hand asked looking at a rather slim, fragile girl with a smile as gentle as white lotus. The girl covered her mouth with her hands in excitement and joy as she looked at the people around who held cardboard paper with words boldly written as "say yes!." She scanned her environment as she looked at what he had done for her, using his power to stop the movement of other activities all for her sake. They were on top of a bridge whose below is an ocean view with no beginning or end, the bridge was decorated with roses and other flowers and candles were lit every corner with grand chandeliers brightening the whole bridge,it was so cozy and warm,"sure this would be the best night of my life", she thought as the evening breeze caressed her tenderly fragiled skin, she was dressed in a transparent simple white armless gown showing how elegantly beautiful she is and a jacket on top and pink gloves to fit with pink high heels, everyone held their breath waiting for her response,her gaze then fell on the love of her life as tears of joy fell from her peerless beautiful brown like crystal eyes,she spoke as soft and fast as she could,she couldn't hold back her tears anymore"yes." The handsome young man was finally able to breathe after hearing her response,he finally stood up and incert the ring in her finger,they both kissed , sense of warmness and joy spread throughout the bridge, the people present clutched both hands on their chest wishing good for them in their hearts, the air was filled with humanity, there was no hatred for once,it was a blissful moment but it didn't last for long, she felt a little bit embarrassed kissing in public so she broke the kiss,she looked at her toes as her face flushed red in embarrassment giving her blushes like never before, when she lift her head trying to be bold she made a strange behavior making the man in white suit dumbfounded. He watched as her expression to turned from green to white in fear,her delicate figure ran to his back and hugged him swiftly,he didn't get what was wrong, before processing what could have happened he heard her moan in pain and she slumped falling off the bridge into the ocean he was able to react quickly but he was a step late,he was only able to grab her gloves and his heart sank,he saw that pair of eyes gazing at him lovingly and her smile looking ever so beautiful. He was lost at words as he screamed Yun'er, there was no response except the howling of the evening breeze and he attempted to jump off the bridge but was stopped by the bodyguard who were there to protect the young master. He was knocked out, then driven out of the environment in a black Lamborghini.

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