Overlord's best villain

Ouyang Haoxuan's eyes were filled with sincerity. He knelt on the ground and looked at Ye Yuran motionless, looking forward to her answer.

"Ouyang Haoxuan, this joke is not funny." Ye Yuran suddenly laughed dryly, avoiding Ouyang Haoxuan's hot gaze.

"Yu Ran, I'm not joking. I really love you. Marry me, okay?" Ouyang Haoxuan said seriously. It was the first time he was so serious and serious.

Ye Yuran looked at Ouyang Haoxuan who was showing all his tenderness to her. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly nodded heavily, "I...will."

"Yu Ran, you said you...are willing?" After Ouyang Haoxuan heard her answer, he suddenly felt as happy as stepping on a cloud.

"Yes, I said I do." Ye Yuran suppressed her smile and repeated it again.

Ouyang Haoxuan was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He quickly took out the ring, put it on Ye Yuran's hand and said affectionately, "Yu Ran, thank you. Thank you for letting me love you."

"Well, sister, I wish you all the best." Xiaoru took out the spray paint and sprayed it on Ye Yuran and Ouyang Haoxuan, with a happy smile on her face.

Ouyang Haoxuan stood up, held Ye Yuran in his arms, and kissed her hair, "Yu Ran, I love you."

"Yes." Ye Yuran hugged his waist and felt very warm and at ease. But she couldn't say those three touching words...

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This is a sleepless night filled with longing and sadness...

Mu Zichen didn't know why, he was lying on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, that lingering figure appeared in my mind.

"Ye Yuran, Ye Yuran..." Mu Zichen murmured to himself. Those bright eyes made him feel extremely familiar. But nothing could break his memory. More than a year later, he is still alive.

In a life without memory.

Ye Yuran was the only person who made his heart move. That feeling was like love...

During the year that Ye Yuran left, Mu Zichen's thoughts and dreams were all filled with her shadow. Even sometimes when he woke up from his dreams, it was her who he kept shouting. Such an inexplicable feeling made Mu Zichen feel a little ridiculous.

He and Ye Yuran have only met three times, so why do they never forget her?

He stood up, picked up a pen and scribbled something on the paper. He might not even know that there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth...

The moonlight fell on the bed, clearly reflecting the words he wrote on the paper: Yuran...Yuran...Ye Yuran...

At this moment, Ye Yuran was equally unable to sleep while lying on the bed.

She touched her heart and suddenly felt some pain. It turned out that after all this time, she still wasn't used to pain and hurt.

She carefully took out something from under the pillow, and then rubbed it in her hand repeatedly. This was her thoughts, her happiness. No matter where she was, she always hung that key ring. The small key ring,

It trapped her whole life.

During her year in the United States, she finally knew what suffering was and what torture was. She missed Mu Zichen and his familiar scent. However, she also hated him. She hated him for forcing herself on her. It was so unfair.

Be merciful. Ye Yuran struggles almost every day, wandering between love and hate.

Mu Zichen is destined to be a disaster in her life. And she is also destined to be a hardship in Mu Zichen's life.

The deeper the love, in turn, the deeper the hurt.