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It was Song Beiyou who was moving.

First, my eyelids struggled to open, and then my fingers began to curl up.

It's clear that the desire to stay sober is very strong.

She's really strong; her mind is currently in a dream state.

She found herself alone on a vast, misty snowfield, with no one else in sight.

However, several voices were calling to her.

Jia Buxiu's voice was the clearest; he shouted desperately and loudly, as if he were yelling into her ear through a megaphone.

"Yoyo, Yoyo, I went on a blind date."

"You, I got married in a flash after a successful blind date."

You know my wife too, she's Mo Mo, the granddaughter of Old Mo.

Remember that little girl I stole a kiss from at the Qingshui River when we were kids?

"Yu, wake up quickly, you must attend my wedding."

As soon as Jia Buxiu finished speaking, a very sweet female voice rang out, "Youyou, I am Sister Momo, do you still remember me?"

Long time no see, I miss you dearly.

Wake up!

We'll have our wedding whenever you wake up.

As soon as the woman's voice ended, before Song Beiyou could respond, the white world around them fell silent.

At this moment, only Song Beiyou was left, and the whole world was eerily quiet.

Song Beiyou remained as calm as before and continued forward.

Although she didn't know where she was going, there was a voice in her mind that urged her not to stop.

She continued forward, and the wind grew stronger as she walked, while the snow seemed to fall in torrents as if it were free.

Song Beiyou was very cold, dressed very thinly, with only a layer of gauze, and her body began to stiffen.

My breathing also seemed to be starting to feel off.

There was a feeling that she was about to suffocate at any moment.

But reason told her that she couldn't just suffocate like this; she had to live on and support Jia Buxiu at his wedding.

So she began to stride forward through the swirling snow, relying on the last bit of her willpower to keep going.

Unfortunately, the road was very long, and after walking a short distance, she fell in the snow because of the snow cover and the difficult road.

The moment he fell, Song Beiyou sighed and wanted to give up; he was so tired.

She stared intently at the snow-white sky, feeling the snowflakes falling on her cheeks—cool and quite pleasant.

Closing your eyes like this is also a good option.

Just then, another voice rang out.

"Slowly, slowly..."

It was a very gentle, familiar, and charming male voice.

But Song Beiyou couldn't remember whose voice it was for a moment.

All she knew was that the sound of that voice rekindled her motivation to get up and keep moving forward.

She suddenly stood up, as if she had been injected with adrenaline.

Then, the voice grew louder and louder, becoming increasingly directional and clear.

This time, Song Beiyou didn't walk aimlessly like before; instead, he headed towards the direction of the sound.

His strides were long and light, like those of a fully charged warrior.

No longer as listless as before.

The further they went, the louder the familiar male voice became.

The further she went, the more she seemed to be drawn by another force.

Suddenly, the power increased wildly, and like a vortex, it forcefully sucked her, whose body was light and agile, into the vortex.

The next second, what lay before me was no longer a vast expanse of white, but an incredibly cozy room.

Open, bright, with a faint scent of pine.

It was very comfortable and made her feel very warm.

Not only that, there was also a man with her.

He's handsome, and he looks exactly like her.

He exudes heroic spirit and is bursting with masculine hormones.

The man looked worried about her, but he couldn't hide the surprise and excitement in his eyes.

A pair of muscular arms gripped her shoulders. "Youyou, you're finally awake."

As he spoke, he pulled Song Beiyou, who had already sat up straight, into his arms, holding her very tightly, as if he wanted to embed her body into his.

Of course, none of this mattered to Song Beiyou.

The important thing is that this voice is exactly the same as the voice that pulled her out of the dream.

So much so that the first thing she said was, "You, who are you?"

She felt that the man looked familiar, but she just couldn't remember who he was.

However, judging from how intimately she hugged him, their relationship is probably more than just casual.

The man looked older than her, like he was of marriageable age, and his house was so luxurious and extravagant.

Could it be that she's a caged canary he keeps?

mistress?

Little three?

Duan Yao was pulled back to reality from his overwhelming joy.

God knows how happy and nervous he was when he came out of the bathroom after washing up and saw Song Beiyou struggling to get up from the bed.

I wondered if she was about to wake up.

As he called out to her, he pondered what to say when they met again.

Unexpectedly, the scene he encountered upon waking was the worst possible outcome he had anticipated.

Hearing Song Beiyou ask this question, his heart sank.

Fortunately, he had made thorough preparations.

Seeing that Duan Yao hadn't responded to her for a long time, Song Beiyou thought to herself, "Oh no, I can't introduce who she is."

It must be because of a dishonorable identity, something that can't be shown to others.

It made the man in front of her, overflowing with hormones, unable to speak.

She guessed that he would probably tell her some lies next.

For example, "Our identities don't matter, what matters is that we can be together."

Or, "It doesn't matter if you don't have a legal status now. Wait for me. I'll marry you once I've settled things at home."

The implication is that he really does have a wife at home, and he lied to her that he would divorce her and then come back to marry her.

right! definitely is!

Song Beiyou's imagination seems to have grown considerably since a year and a half ago.

I wonder what I encountered in my dreams during that year and a half of slumber.

Song Beiyou's thoughts were "well-reasoned".

However, Duan Yao spoke without batting an eye, "I am your husband, Duan Yao."

"You are my wife, Song Beiyou."

"Huh?" Song Beiyou was stunned. "Illegal?"

Definitely is!

Duan Yao, “…”

Not only could she not remember him, but her imagination seemed to have changed as well.

It's a bit sad.

However, as I said before, thankfully he made thorough preparations.

“It’s legal,” he said.

As he said this, he released her from his embrace and reached out to open the drawer of the bedside table.

When the hand came out again, it contained two bright red notebooks.

He handed the notebook to Song Beiyou, "Take a look, it's legal."

If you still don't believe me, I can take you to the Civil Affairs Bureau to check.

Or, I could have your mom, dad, grandpa, brother, sister-in-law, classmates, friends, relatives, and elders all come over so we can see if what I'm saying is true.

In a real hurry, they took all their relatives and friends out for a walk without stopping.