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He was no longer resisting him, because he had decided to get married first, so he was willing to let things go.

No longer running away from him, no longer running away from reality, and no longer feeling that marrying him was a terrible thing.

Sometimes, it was actually easier for people to get away with it than it was for others to get away with it.

It was only when the car pulled up in front of a yellow villa that she realized how beautiful it was.

Yellow two-story house, white window, a big green lawn in front of the door, there were also four or five tall and sturdy French parasol trees scattered on the grass.

The treetops were covered in lush greenery, and the sun shone through the gaps in the treetops, casting speckles of light. When the wind blew, those specks of light would flicker along with the swaying of the leaves.

"So beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"Turn around and look." Nie Yiyun chuckled and pulled her to turn around.

"Is that the famous Po River and the Alps? The white stuff on it should be snow, right? It was too spectacular! It's so beautiful! " She watched intently, immersed in the beauty of nature.

"Do you like it here?"

"Of course I like it! How could I not like a place that is close to the mountains and the water? "

"After we finish these few days, I will take you to climb the mountain! "Let's go in first!" He took her hand.

"Oh. "Alright!" Su Rui reluctantly followed Nie Yiyun inside. As they walked, she couldn't help but turn around to look at the majestic Alps.

"Young Master, you're back!" A middle-aged man in his forties walked over with a smile on his face.

He's the butler here. His surname is Ding, and he originally followed Nie Yiyun's father.

Nie Yiyun's family had once declined. It was all because of him that he didn't hesitate to take out all of his wealth to continue his studies.

The friendship between the two was actually like that of a father and son.

"Yes." Where's Master? " "Yes." Nie Yiyun replied indifferently and looked around.

"Old master is sleeping and has not woken up yet!"

"Oh. "Then let's go up and take a bath first. We'll come down to eat later." He nodded and led her upstairs again.

"Alright!" Timber nodded with a gentle smile.

As soon as she entered the room, she rushed to the window, opened it, and looked out. Sure enough, she could see the Po River and the Alps through the window.

"You're so happy! He could live in a place like this! This life of his is truly worth it! " she said with mixed feelings of envy.

He looked at her but didn't say anything. He opened his suitcase and took out her clothes one by one and hung them up.

However, he couldn't help but feel sentimental in his heart.

Happiness? When had happiness ever come so easily?

How could she know about the pain and humiliation he had suffered?

Buying this house wasn't necessarily something he liked very much.

It was only a proud declaration of war against all who had abandoned him and his father!

He rarely lives here all year round. He's always running around the world.

If he hadn't met her, how could he have planned to stay here for such a long time?

It was so cold and lonely that he was afraid. Whenever he came back here and lay alone on the chuang at night, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of panic.

There was always only one dream.

It was on a rainy night, when he was only eight years old, kneeling on the ground, crying sorrowfully, holding tightly to the white hem of a woman whose face could not be seen.

It was raining hard, and his tears were too.

In the end, however, the woman pushed him away with all her might. She resolutely turned around and got into a small black car.

In his hand was a small piece of cloth that he had torn from her dress.

Every time he woke up from this nightmare, every time Uncle Ding carefully put on a fragrant pillow for him, he would be drenched to the point of being a complete mess!

Therefore, in order to not have that nightmare, he rarely came back here.

'Tonight, with her company, will that terrifying dream still harass me? '

Raising his head, he saw that she was completely leaning on the windowsill as she looked outside, lost in thought.