Ye Anran walked numbly out of the car.
Looking at the bustling crowd in front of her, so lively, yet it seemed like a different world from hers.
Suddenly, she didn't want to face it all.
When they heard the wedding was canceled, they must have laughed at her, right?
But mockery was nothing, after all, nothing could hurt her more deeply than Bo Jinyu calling off the wedding.
Absently, she got out of the car.
Outside the hotel, a huge promotional video on the electronic screen still displayed that romantic proposal billboard.
But why would the billboard appear at the entrance of her and Bo Jinyu's wedding?
However, she didn't have the energy to think about these things anymore.
At the moment, she just wanted to find a secluded place to lick her wounds.
Just then, a hand grabbed hers.
She turned around.
Bo Jinyu was already kneeling on one knee, a rose in his hand and a ring in a glass, his voice low and magnetic, seductively melodious.
He gently said, "Anran, marry me."
