Chapter 407： We get married, pretty (2/2)

The woman was still standing in front of the French window, her back thin.

Ming Siran stared at her for a moment, stood up, and walked towards her.

Hearing the footsteps of the man behind him, Luo Qiao turned and hugged him. The man's breath was clean and good, and even his impetuous heart calmed down.

”……Why did he do this.”

Before she recovered from the news of his sudden death, she was dragged into another emotional abyss by him.

Hate cannot be hated, resentment cannot be blamed.

Obviously, I just don't want to get involved with him anymore, but it seems that I can no longer get rid of this relationship.

The lines of love and hatred are blurred... She doesn't know what to do.

Luo Qiao closed her eyes and clenched Ming Siran's clothes involuntarily.

The man who was hugged by her in front of her remained silent. After a long while, Luo Qiao raised her head. When she was about to speak, she heard the man say:

”Qiaoqiao, let's get married.”

She was stunned.

Ming Siran looked down at Luo Qiao, with unpredictable emotions in his eyes, and his voice was gentle: ”I don't want to wait any longer.”

The man's words came into his ears, and Luo Qiao never recovered for nearly ten seconds.

She looked at Ming Siran, her lips moved, still seeming a little dazed: ”What...?”

Ming Siran raised his hand and gently tucked the messy hair behind her ear. He repeated it again, but this time it was an indisputable affirmative sentence: ”We are married, pretty pretty.”