"What do you want to say?" Ye Nianmo asked in a deep voice.

Ye Bo said, "Miss Emily, will that be his wife?"

The air is as quiet as death. Ye Nian's eyebrows are frowning. He didn't think about it, but did it happen so coincidentally? She looked at his eyes and he could feel them without any emotion at all.

"Impossible." He made a firm judgement.

In a small fishing village, a man is sitting at the entrance of the fishing village, weaving fishing nets with fishing barrels, and looking up at the blue sky from time to time.

Hearing the sound of a car coming from a short...