"I originally thought that Wan Yulang and I would get married." At this point, a smile appeared on Ye Ying'er's face, as if she had really recalled a happy memory. However, the smile only disappeared for a moment. "If there wasn't that fire."
Hearing the tremble in Ye Ying'er's tone, Shen Yaowei looked up at her and saw that she had reached out to cover her face.
