As the glass door was pushed open, the pitch-black terrace suddenly lit up with beautiful, colorful fairy lights.
Not far from the petal-strewn carpet stood an archway made of various fresh flowers.
The walls, plants, and flowers were adorned with heart-shaped balloons.
It was breathtakingly beautiful, giving off a dreamy, fairytale-like vibe.
Wen Yan blinked, thinking for a moment that she had come to the wrong place.
Even if her father had set her up on a blind date, there was no way the first meeting would be so grand that it looked like a marriage proposal!
Just as Wen Yan was about to turn around and leave, a melodious piano melody suddenly began to play.
Wen Yan froze in her tracks.
The piano tune was very familiar. Wen Yan remembered that over a hundred years ago, he had played a similar piece on the flute.
Only now, he was playing it on the piano.
Wen Yan quickly walked toward the terrace.
She saw the man sitting at the piano.
He was wearing a three-piece suit, his white shirt crisp and neat, his tie perfectly knotted, and his cuffs adorned with the cufflinks she had once given him.
His head was slightly bowed, his bangs falling over his forehead. His handsome, sharp features were exquisitely sculpted, perfect and mesmerizing.
His long, slender fingers danced nimbly across the black and white keys.
The melody that flowed out brushed over her like soft feathers, sending ripples across the lake of her heart.
As the song ended, he looked up at her.
Under the gaze of his deep, narrow dark eyes, Wen Yan felt a little too timid to meet his eyes.
He strode over to her with his long legs, step by step.
He reached out his long, well-defined fingers toward her and said in a deep, magnetic voice, "Come with me."
Dazed, Wen Yan placed her hand in his large palm and let him lead her to the piano.
"Do you still remember this song?" he asked softly.
Wen Yan nodded. "Our love song from that past life."
The man looked at her with dark, intense eyes. "Do you know why I wanted to divorce you?"
Wen Yan pursed her lips. "You still can't forgive me—"
Before she could finish, his slender finger gently pressed against her lips.
His fingertip was slightly cool, and when it touched her lips, it felt like an electric current passing through.
It was a tingling, numbing sensation.
Wen Yan stepped back a few paces. "Si Moyan, we are already divorced."
Divorcing in the morning and then pulling this stunt in the evening—what exactly was he trying to do?
Even a madman wouldn't do something like this, right?
Si Moyan reached out and pulled her back to him. "I don't blame you anymore. Let the past be the past. We've already missed out on three lifetimes; there's no need to keep wasting time on breaking up and getting back together, or fighting to the bitter end."
Hearing his words, Wen Yan's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. "You... you don't blame me anymore? Then why did you still divorce me?"
Si Moyan held Wen Yan's hand tightly. "Because the person who married me back then wasn't you, but that soul from another world."
Wen Yan's long eyelashes fluttered. "When we came back from Ghost Valley Mountain, you were so cold to me. I thought you would never forgive me, that you would never love me again."
The man lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. "Suddenly recalling all those memories made my mind chaotic. I needed time to sort it out and digest it, but from the very beginning, I never intended to let go of your hand again."
"Let the past be the past. Can we start over?" Saying that, he suddenly dropped to one knee. "Yan'er, I won't leave out any of the rituals you deserve. Will you marry me?"
Hearing him call her Yan'er instantly brought tears streaming down Wen Yan's face.
She had thought she would never hear him call her so affectionately again.
Over a hundred years ago, besides her master, only he would call her Yan'er.
Wen Yan looked at the man kneeling on one knee, his narrow eyes rimmed with red, looking just as excited and nervous as she was. She sniffled. "Am I dreaming?"
"Silly, it's not a dream." He pulled a delicate velvet box from his trouser pocket and opened it. Inside was a ring he had designed himself, with a sparkling diamond set between the letters M and Y, their initials.
"Marry me, okay?" He looked at her with deep, affectionate dark eyes.
Wen Yan wiped the tears from her face. "You said before that you never wanted to be with me again, for all lifetimes."
"Those were words spoken in anger; they don't count."
Wen Yan smiled through her tears. "Then will you be with me for all lifetimes?"
Without any hesitation, he nodded. "I will, as long as you're willing."
Wen Yan extended her slender finger toward him. "I'm willing. For all lifetimes, I'm willing!"
Si Moyan slipped the ring onto Wen Yan's slender middle finger.
He stood up and pulled her tightly into his embrace.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"
Countless figures suddenly poured out onto the terrace.
Wen Jinglou, Wen Xiaoshu, Old Master Si, Si Jingyi and his siblings, Shao Ning, Xia Zhi, Ruan Qinghuan, Sister Wan Yu, Huo Yanzhi, and Jiang Shuyin had all come.
Wen Yan covered her mouth in pleasant surprise.
"When did you call them?"
The man replied, "After you left the Si family villa yesterday, I called them one by one to let them know."
Si Jingyi looked at the successfully proposed Si Moyan, then at Wen Yan in his arms, and said with a wronged expression, "Sister-in-law, you really scared our family last night. We thought you and Big Brother were really going to part ways forever. But this is great, we don't have to get a new sister-in-law!"
"Big Brother, Sister-in-law, hurry up and kiss! Your esteemed friends are all here. Shower us with your public display of affection; we're not afraid of getting full!"
Wen Yan looked at Si Moyan. She knew he had a cold, reserved personality and might not kiss her in front of everyone. Just as she was about to take the initiative to kiss him, his large hand cupped the back of her head, and he kissed her deeply.
"Aww, eating dog food now!" Si Jingyi shouted excitedly.
Everyone else beamed with smiles.
Watching truly in-love people show off their affection together was really not bad at all!
That night, fireworks lit up the sky over Ye City.
They went on for nearly two hours.
...
To give Si Moyan and Wen Yan a beautiful night, Old Master Si booked a presidential suite for them at the five-star hotel next to the Western restaurant.
The presidential suite was decorated just as romantically and dreamily.
By the time Si Moyan and Wen Yan arrived, the staff had already drawn a bath in the tub, scattered with rose petals, and set out red wine and a Western meal in the living room.
Wen Yan and Si Moyan took a bath together, and then shared some intimate moments.
With the memories of their past lives, they cherished their love even more fervently.
"Yan'er, there is something I must tell you."
Wen Yan wrapped her arms around the man's neck and kissed his sculpted, handsome face. "What is it?"
"In this life, I might still have a short life. I won't live past thirty."
Hearing this, Wen Yan's slender body jolted violently.
He was already over twenty-six years old this year, which meant they had less than four years together?
No, absolutely not!
