Lin Ye also just wanted to be a perfect marriage partner with the Chen family's crown prince.
Unexpectedly, when they first met the prince, he threw down the treaty she had drawn up and sneered.
"Are you so heartless that you forget about people so quickly?"
"Is the game fun?"
Lin Ye only felt that there might be something wrong with the overly good-looking prince in front of him.
But she didn't expect that a week later, the man who had recovered from the cold would have a voice that made her very excited and familiar.
Isn't this the man with a nice voice whom she met while recuperating in the countryside when she was blind?
Seeing that Lin Ye was also shocked, Chen Ye lowered his eyes and laughed.
"I told you why you called me in the middle of the night before. It turns out you like the sound of my voice."
It was the lazy smell of a laid-back young man that Lin was also familiar with, with a Beijing accent and a light and airy ending of Erhua, but it tickled her heart, like afternoon sunshine, more like caffeine, and it made her addicted.
He raised his eyes and looked at the woman lightly, played with the Buddhist beads bracelet, and asked slowly.
"Didn't you touch my face? Why can't you recognize me when we meet?"
At Lin Yeye's solo exhibition, Chen Ye crossed his arms and looked at himself in the featured work, and raised his eyebrows.
"Mrs. Chen is so elegant. She still spends so much time painting a man when she can't see her."
Lin also couldn't bear it anymore.
"You are so childish, you are even jealous of yourself!"
The moment Chen Ye saw Lin Ye, dressed as a gentle fairy, hitting someone while sitting on the wall, he had already remembered that figure in his heart.
I don't know how to move, but I gradually fall into despair.
