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Three years later, Kyoto.

Kyoto branch of RosaClara international bridal chain store.

Nan Hua stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the design room, overlooking the bustling half of the city, with mixed emotions in her heart.

Three years later, she is still back.

As the fourth miss of the Shen family, Shen Nanhua, she returned to this hometown that made her love and hurt, just because she wanted to be closer to her son Yangyang. She missed him so much, so much.

As for Huo Beiyao, a sneer appeared on the corners of Nanhua's lips. Some accounts must be settled, and some enmities must be repaid...

A knock on the door interrupted her memory.

Nan Hua turned her head slowly, and saw the assistant open the door, leading in a man and a woman. The man was tall and handsome, with a noble temperament, and the woman was soft and timid.

The assistant smiled and said to her, "Mr. Shen, Ms. Lin tried on several wedding dresses designed by you downstairs and liked them very much. She wants to order a custom one."

Nanhua curled her lips to greet the two of them, but when she saw their faces clearly, her eyes turned red for a moment.

The man was Huo Beiyao who ordered the driver to kill her three years ago, and the woman was his mistress Lin Yanyan.

Nan Hua's body stiffened all of a sudden, her eyes fixed on Huo Beiyao, and resentment sizzled in her body.

The car accident three years ago left her with a broken nose, shattered ribs, broken arms and lower legs, and was covered in blood. She lay in the hospital for three full months before being discharged.

In order to keep the baby in my belly, I can't use too stimulating medicine, let alone painkillers, no matter how painful it is, I can only endure it, every minute and every second is like lying on a red-hot iron.But, but, the pain in the body is not as good as the pain in the heart.The wounds on the body will heal sooner or later, but the wounds on the heart will never heal.

For three whole years, every night, she would be awakened by nightmares, her face was full of tears, and her heart was bloody from pain.

Now that the culprit is standing in front of her eyes, she really wants to rush to him and dig open his heart to see if he is black. Why is she so cruel to her?

But because she hated her so much, she couldn't even move, and people who were extremely sad and angry could only tremble.

She was trembling all over, her gaze slashing at Huo Beiyao like a blade.

Feeling a strange gaze, Huo Beiyao glanced at her indifferently, and with just one glance, his heart exploded with thunder.

The woman is fair-skinned, with beautiful eyes, red lips, cold and desolate eyes, and a swan-like aloofness with a straight back.

It's too similar, it looks too much like Nan Hua.

There was a sharp stabbing pain in his heart.

Lin Yanyan suppressed her panic, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Brother Beiyao, this designer looks like Sister Nanhua, but she had a car accident on the mountain road to meet Lu Xiao three years ago. She was young It's really heartbreaking to die..."

Her voice began to choke, and she complained distressedly: "You said she, why are you so anxious, can't you wait for the rain to stop before going to him?"

Huo Beiyao sneered, and the guilt disappeared, replaced by anger.

Six years ago when he was seriously ill, Nanhua climbed into Lu Xiao's bed, and three years ago, she ran to see him in the rain all night. She died because of that Lu Xiao...

He suddenly hated her extremely, but the pain in his heart became more severe.

The three of them had their own thoughts, and there was an eerie dead silence in the room.

The assistant reminded Nan Hua again: "Ms. Shen, this Miss Lin wants to customize a wedding dress. Look..."

Nanhua suddenly woke up from a nightmare. Her surname is now Shen, and she is a well-known returned designer Shen Nanhua. The couple in front of her are her customers.

She, the original partner, will design a wedding dress for the high-ranking mistress next.

Suppressing her resentment, Nanhua said to her assistant, "Okay, let them sit down."

The assistant invited Huo Beiyao and Lin Yanyan to sit down on the sofa, made them each a cup of hot coffee, and stood quietly by the side waiting.

After trying hard to calm down, Nan Hua raised her foot and walked towards them.

Sitting down across from the two, she looked at Lin Yanyan with a stiff smile: "Miss Lin, which wedding dress do you like, do you want the original version or a little modification?"

Lin Yanyan's eyes were glued to her face and she kept looking at her face. Hearing her question, she replied: "Just now, the second one I tried downstairs just now is the one with thousands of diamonds on it. I like it very much." , but some places need to be changed, the trailing tail needs to be longer, and the shoulder design can be more complicated..."

Nan Hua calmly picked up the pen and wrote down one by one on the paper.

After the exchange, Lin Yanyan stood up, and the assistant used a soft ruler to measure the size of each part of her body.

Huo Beiyao's eyes kept falling on Nanhua, and he narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

After the assistant measured Lin Yanyan's body size, Nanhua stood up and said to her, "Miss Lin, remember to leave your contact information when you go to the first floor to pay the deposit. My assistant will contact you after the design drawing comes out."

Lin Yanyan replied: "Okay, then we will contact you later."

She quickly picked up the bag and looked at Huo Beiyao, and said softly, "Brother Beiyao, let's go."

She didn't want to stay here for a moment. This woman surnamed Shen looked too much like Nan Hua. After Huo Beiyao saw her, her emotions fluctuated greatly, which made her feel a strong sense of crisis, and she just wanted to take him away quickly. .

Huo Beiyao remained motionless, and said to her, "You go downstairs first, I have something to talk to...Miss Shen."

Lin Yanyan glanced at Nanhua, "But..."

"Get out." Huo Beiyao's tone was calm but irresistible.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you in the car, brother Bei Yao."

Huo Beiyao nodded slightly.

The assistant took Lin Yanyan downstairs.

There are only two people left in the room.

Huo Beiyao looked at Nanhua faintly: "May I ask Miss Shen's name?"

Nan Hua smiled shortly. In the past, the two would quarrel every time they spoke, but now they can talk well as strangers.

She whispered two words, "Nanhua."

Huo Beiyao's heart trembled, "Nanhua?"

Nan Hua smiled without saying a word.

Huo Beiyao stared at her tall and narrow nasal bones, delicate nose wings, deep eye sockets, cold and desolate eyes, and a cool and beautiful temperament, all of which Nanhua did not have.

He said firmly, "You are not Nan Hua."

The corner of Nanhua's mouth was lightly pursed, with a half-smile, "Then what does Mr. Huo know of Nanhua?"

Huo Beiyao shook his head.

In my memory, Nan Hua has a slightly rounded nose, a brown tear mole at the end of her left eye, crooked brows and eyes with light in her eyes when she smiles, a little proud, occasionally mischievous, warm, lively, agile and beautiful.

He suddenly realized that this was what Nanhua looked like six years ago.

After the bed photo turmoil, he never took a good look at her again, and he fixed her appearance forever six years ago, when she was less than 20 years old, he loved her deeply at that time, and they I thought true love would last forever...

Suddenly, his heart ached again. At first, it was stuffy and painful. After a while, it felt like a knife was being twisted. Huo Beiyao raised his hand and pressed his chest hard.