The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

On the wedding day, Beijing was unusually sunny.

The sky was clear and cloudless, as if God had specially cleared out a patch of sky to support the newlyweds.

He Sichen chose a private botanical garden on the outskirts of Beijing as the venue.

Under the glass dome, tropical plants spread their large leaves, and the air is filled with the moist scent of earth and flowers.

The ceremony began at 2 p.m.

It's neither a traditional Chinese wedding ceremony nor the lengthy oath-taking process of a Western church.

He Sichen returned the wedding plan and revised it four times. The final version was very concise and took no more than forty minutes.

As Si Yimian walked arm in arm with Si Congshan down the flower-petal-lined path, she saw the person standing at the end through her veil.

He was wearing a white suit, which was unusual for him. The sunlight shone from behind him, outlining his silhouette with a pale gold edge.

Si Yimian thought to herself, "If he just stands there, there's no need to edit any wedding photos or blockbuster shots. The original image will be a top magazine cover straight out of the camera."

Immediately afterwards, He Sichen stepped forward to greet him.

According to the procedure, the groom should stand still and wait.

Si Congshan was also taken aback, stopped in his tracks, and then smiled.

He pulled Si Yimian's hand out of his arm and handed it to her ahead of time.

"I have no worries about entrusting Mianmian to you."

"Thank you, Dad."

Si Congshan nodded, and as he turned to walk to his seat, he raised his hand to touch the corner of his eye.

He Sichen couldn't wait to slip the ring onto Si Yimian's finger.

Then he took her little hand in his palm and leaned down to kiss her knuckles.

Huo Siyue leaned back in her chair, her hand pressed against her chest.

"I am dead."

Su Ruan added from the side, "How can someone be this happy?"

Wen Jinxiao whispered from below the stage, "They're not even following the proper procedures; this guy's getting impatient."

Yan Tingnan chimed in from the side, "He's only ever been this anxious in his entire life."

Lu Zhuo added, "That's enough, go straight to the finish line in one go."

After the ceremony, there was a toasting ceremony.

He Sichen walked over to the main table with a wine glass in his hand. Huo Siyue sat in the head seat of the table and immediately poured him three glasses of baijiu.

After finishing his drink, He Sichen revealed the bottom of his cup without changing his expression, then glanced at Si Yimian.

Si Yimian was being pulled by Su Ruan to take pictures, and she turned her head to mouth something to him.

"Can I do it myself?"

He raised his hand and tilted the rim of the cup slightly towards her, his meaning clear.

Si Yimian handed her phone to Su Ruan, ran over, took his arm, took the glass of wine from his hand, and drank half of it.

"I know my husband's alcohol tolerance."

She put the cup back on the table.

"But I drank this glass, and he's not allowed to drink with anyone tonight."

Huo Siyue immediately slammed her hand on the table: "They're already protecting each other on the very first day of their marriage?"

Si Yimian straightened her back

"I've been protecting him since the first day I met him, you just don't know it."

The group started making a fuss again, and He Sichen was dragged by Si Yimian to the next table.

Huo Siyue looked at the newlyweds in the distance, who were moving between the tables.

"I'll just smash through the Earth's core!"

"The world is fucking perfect today."

……

He Sichen booked a glass villa next to the botanical garden, with floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides facing the entire private forest area.

When the night breeze rustles through the treetops, the entire glass pane reflects the swaying shadows of the trees, making it feel like living in a forest.

Si Yimian took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and nestled in the corner of the sofa.

He Sichen came out of the bathroom, wearing matching couple pajamas with her.

He sat down next to her, reached out and gathered her wet hair, and began to dry it with a towel.

Si Yimian slid down a bit as he wiped her.

She rolled over and lay face down on the sofa, resting her chin on a cushion.

"He Nanxian came to see me yesterday and talked to me about some things."

"Um."

"I have a question for you."

"ask."

"When did you realize that I'm not the same Si Yimian I used to be?"

He Sichen paused in drying his hair, then continued.

"The night you first came to the hospital to have your wound treated."

Si Yimian was somewhat surprised: "So early?"

"Um."

"How did you find out?"

He Sichen draped the towel over the sofa armrest and looked down at her.

"The way they speak, their body language, their eyes are all different."

"You and she share the same face and the same memories, but you are not the same person."

Si Yimian remained silent for a while.

"So why did you wait until now to ask?"

"You didn't say either."

"Wouldn't a normal person's first reaction be, 'This is outrageous!'"

He Sichen leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, his tone indifferent.

"This isn't the first time I've heard something outrageous."

"I heard a saying from Yan Tingnan that this world is a novel."

Si Yimian's pupils dilated slightly, and she sat up abruptly, her hair falling loose over her shoulder.

"What?"

He Sichen turned his head to look at her, his gaze calm.

"Yan Tingnan said that his wife, Su Ruan, told him. I thought it was absurd at the time, but he is Yan Tingnan."

"If someone can convince even someone like Yan Tingnan, then at least it shows that the theory is logically consistent with him."

"So I accepted it very quickly."

Si Yimian stared wide-eyed for a while, then leaned back and fell back into the pillow.

She thought her transmigration was a unique and extraordinary experience, but she never expected that there would be other people in the same business.

So this world is a wholesale market for transmigration novels?

"He Sichen, don't you want to know where I came from?"

Si Yimian rolled over and lay on his chest, meeting his gaze up close.

"Say what you want to say, or don't say what you don't want to say."

She slowly lowered her eyes, her voice becoming softer.

"My world is very similar to this place."

"I have the same name over there, and I have my own mom and dad."

"They love me very much and have never let me suffer since I was a child."

"I miss them so much, but I can't go back."

She took a deep breath, pushing the soreness in her nose back into her chest.

He Sichen didn't say anything, but simply reached out and placed his hand on the back of her hand.

Si Yimian turned her hand over and slipped her five fingers between his fingers.

"The world dealt me ​​a bad hand at the start, but it also gave me He Sichen."

"You are the only option in this world that I don't need to hesitate about."

As she spoke, Si Yimian straddled his lap, placing her hands on his chest.

He Sichen's Adam's apple bobbed, but his hand instinctively went to support her waist.

Si Yimian looked down at him, her pupils shining brightly in the lamplight.

"He Sichen, I want you to fall in love with me."

She touched his lips with her finger.

"And then, he fell in love with me."

He Sichen looked into her eyes, took the finger she was touching her lips with, and pressed his lips to her fingertip.

"Mianmian, you've achieved both of your goals, and you'll achieve them every night from now on."

"I love you, from beginning to end, only you."

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