Bo Yan paced back and forth outside, worrying that if he was not careful, Yuran might go back on her word.
He counted every minute and second, and with a quarter of an hour short of three hours, he rushed upstairs like a walking corpse, standing guard at the door of Yuran’s room.
His heart beat uncontrollably, sowhat anxiously.
As soon as the three hours were up, Yuran opened the door and saw Bo Yan leaning to one side, his expression frantic.
Yuran closed the door and stood in front of him.
"Have you been standing here for three hours?"
Bo Yan shook his head, "How could I stand it? I wandered around below for two hours and forty-five minutes, then ca up fifteen minutes ago to wait. I thought to myself, my baby is kind-hearted, she wouldn’t do sothing to sever soone’s lifeline."
His words implied, "You’re the thing that sustains my life, you can’t be so heartless, can you!"
But Bo Yan was still very tense, extrely nervous. He even dared not look at Yuran’s face, afraid of seeing a glimpse of rejection that he could discern.
Yuran smiled, watching his flickering eyes, "Seventh Brother, are you prepared to keep avoiding eye contact with ?"
His unsettled gaze finally rested on Yuran’s eyes. Her eyelashes were long and curled, her eyes bright, and her smile beautiful. In that mont, Bo Yan suddenly beca frightened to listen.
It all seed so well thought-out when he was coming upstairs; it didn’t matter if he got rejected, he would just continue pursuing her. But he still hoped that Yuran would accept him.
Finding soone you like is not easy, and finding soone whose soul almost perfectly matches yours is even harder.
At first, he thought he might change because Yuran was Fu Yuran. But later he realized that it was precisely because she was Fu Yuran that he liked her.
After watching all of Fu Yuran’s TV dramas and movies, he felt so regret.
It was the regret of not being able to partake in Fu Yuran’s life earlier. He thought it was simple: they were in the sa circle and had no fate to et. If only the tiline could have been extended just a little, allowing them to encounter each other.
Perhaps he would still have fallen for Fu Yuran.
And what he hated the most was that Yinchao once had such an opportunity to be by her side; why didn’t he take good care of her, instead death had t her.
Emotions were brimming in the eyes of both; Yuran was putting all her cards on the table with determination, while Bo Yan placed his entire life’s bet.
Both were waiting for an answer that the other simply had to give.
Yuran’s hand cupped Bo Yan’s face, not letting him shift his gaze away, staring intently at her without blinking. Bo Yan did the sa, his eyes profound, decisive, bottomless.
Yuran smiled warmly, with touches of mirth, "Seventh Brother, before I give you my answer, there’s sothing I want to confess to you."
Bo Yan’s heart suddenly thudded at her words, as if he had an inkling of what she was about to say, his gaze beca firr.
Seeing him brace himself as if facing a great foe, Yuran didn’t abandon her plan and continued to stare into his eyes, slowly speaking, "Seventh Brother, I am not Yuran."
The shock, confusion, and bewildernt he had been expecting didn’t appear in Bo Yan’s eyes.
Yuran looked at him perplexed, "Seventh Brother, you...?"
Could it be that Bo Yan knew?
That was impossible.
However, Bo Yan suddenly laughed, his gaze fixated on the young girl’s eyes, articulating every word, "I know."
Now it was Yuran’s turn to be astonished. She had mustered great effort to prepare herself ntally, just to tell Bo Yan that she was not Yuran; he might have fallen for the wrong person.
But now, he was telling her clearly, he knew.
Yuran took quite a while to regain her senses and speech, stamring, "You-you-you-you, you are..."
Bo Yan, helpless, held her in his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, and spoke gently, "Baby, do you think I am a careless person? Your initial actions might not have been enough to raise my suspicions.
But after that, look at yourself. Where do you resemble the Yuran from before?
What the forr Yuran was like, I need not say; if you bear her mories, you’d know as well. That kind of person, do you really think she could change for the better?
Plus, the one I liked was you after having observed for a long ti."
Yuran’s voice was indescribably strange, "So, you’ve known all along? That I’m not Yuran?"
"Yes."
Yuran sighed, asking tentatively, "Seventh Brother, then do you know who I am..."
Bo Yan, "Of course, I know."
He knows again?
Suddenly, Yuran felt that she had no secrets from him. Not only was he unfazed, but he also seed so serious—what did that an?
Yuran, "Since you know, aren’t you afraid that even if I were so wandering ghost, you’d still kiss, hug, and hold tight? Not turning over to a research institute... that must have been hard for you."
Bo Yan laughed, "There’s no need for thanks. After all, you’re my wife. How could I manage being single for the rest of my life if I gave you to a research institute? Who would I earn all that money for? I know who you are."
The last sentence was filled with tenderness and affection, "Baby, I know who you are.
So, will you marry ?
I know my proposal is not conventional—no matching rings, no flowers, and not even a candlelit dinner; though it’s the least glamorous thod, it’s also the most anticipated by girls.
But, I have a bank card, and all the money on it is yours, okay?"
Yuran, moved beyond asure by his earlier words, could not help but burst into tears and laughter at his last few remarks, but she was truly happy. The feeling of not having secrets weighed down inside her was incredibly liberating.
She had been worried before, afraid that one day Bo Yan would change his attitude towards her after discovering that she was not Yuran. At that ti, she was scared she couldn’t bear it, but now things were different.
Bo Yan knew, but he was still willing to like her.
Yuran, "I’m two years older than you, you know? Would you call ’sister’?"
Bo Yan had never expected Yuran to wait for him here of all places. His face twitched slightly, and then he laughed helplessly, "Baby, if I call you that, will you marry ?"
Every sentence revolved around marriage. Yuran was torn between laughter and tears, her eyes shining with stars and gradually warming. Bo Yan’s eyes softened as they t hers, and Yuran suddenly spoke, "You say it first."
Bo Yan, without any pressure, said, "Sister."
Yuran looked into his beautiful eyes and gentle smile, feeling warmth inside her heart. An actor like him—a top star with status, resources, and fans—rushing into marriage was probably unprecedented.
Suddenly, her heart lted completely.
"Alright, let’s get married."
Bo Yan was stunned for a couple of seconds, then held her tightly in his arms, as if holding a part of himself, and suddenly it seed like sothing exploded in his brain, and then he heard a voice saying.
Bo Yan, the missing part of you, look, it’s co back.
The couple had no intention of keeping this news a secret. Soon enough, Bo Yan’s mother was inford, and after hanging up the phone, she sat on the sofa, motionless for a long ti.
It just so happened that Bo Yan’s father, a high-ranking official, ca ho for a rest and saw her like this, astonished, "What happened after answering a phone call?"
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