"No! It's not like that!" She murmured in a low voice. The happy wedding march now sounded like a painful mournful song to her ears. She trembled all over and put her hands on the door tremblingly.

"I don't agree!" The door suddenly opened, and everyone turned around curiously to look at the girl who suddenly appeared. The bridegroom and bride turned around and looked at her strangely.

It's not Ye Nianmo and Aoxue!! Ding Yiyi looked at the two strangers, her body felt as light as if she had lost time, and she almost softened.

"Miss, what do you want?" A middle-aged woman frowned at Ding Yiyi, and glared at the groom with an evil look, and the groom looked back innocently.

"Sorry, I looked in the wrong place." Ding Yiyi bowed to everyone suddenly, her face was as red as an apple, and her body was trembling slightly.

She exited, and soon the door closed in front of her again. It seemed that she was not willing to let her covet this happiness. She faced the brown solid wood door again, turned around and couldn't help squatting down. She had used up all her life in pushing the door open.

For all the courage to pursue love, she is now helpless.

One step, two steps, the hard soles of leather shoes tapped on the marble floor, making a steady sound. The visitor's steps were steady, with an innate momentum.

Ye Nianmo stood in front of her and looked at her condescendingly. The music in the room had stopped, and the pastor's voice could be heard faintly, "Whether you are poor, rich, old, sick or dead, are you willing to stay with her and never leave her?"

He listened quietly, waiting for the "I do," he said softly, "Yiyi."

The person squatting in front of him suddenly paused, but did not raise his head. Ye Nianmo continued to call her in the gentlest tone of his life, "I will take you away."

Ding Yiyi slowly raised her head, her tears kept pouring out sad liquid like a full spring. Her expression was fragile and helpless, like a lost child. She looked at him, just looking at him.

Ye Nianmo felt extremely distressed. He stretched out his hand towards her and looked at her encouragingly, "Here, hold my hand."

Ding Yiyi finally came back to her senses. She quietly looked at the clear lines in his palm. She moved her body and stood up unsteadily. Her legs were numb, just like her heart.

"Why are you engaged to her?" She watched him say each word, her hands curled into fists getting tighter and tighter, her nails digging into her palms, forming crescent shapes of different shades.

"There is no engagement, it's cancelled." Ye Nianmo tried to comfort her with all his tenderness. He looked at her intently, not missing any expression on her face.

His words only made Ding Yiyi's confused look even more confused. She licked her dry and peeling lips that had not been stained by water for seven or eight hours, and blinked her bloodshot eyes reflexively, "I'm asking why you

I want to get engaged to her."

Ye Nianmo was silent. He would not tell the real reason because he knew that this reason would really bring their relationship to an end. Although he would not let her go, he did not want to see her sad.

"Because I'm pregnant." A few meters away, Aoxue stood quietly. There seemed to be some lively activity going on in the room. People were laughing and applauding. This had nothing to do with the three people outside.

Ding Yiyi's eyes fell on Aoxue's swollen belly, and then on Ye Nianmo's tight lips, and then looked up little by little. She opened her mouth slightly, but she was not sure whether she spoke or not.

My ears kept ringing, "I know."

Ye Nianmo was flustered. She didn't cry or fuss, she just said, "I understand?"
Chapter completed!