Shen Qianshu had a dream in the middle of the night. She dreamed that Ye Ling was tugging on her hand with a menacing expression. His gaze was deep yet calm, with a ferocious storm brewing in it. The vivid sense of pain made her unable to differentiate between the dream and reality. Her ears were filled with the roaring of the waves.
"How dare you marry him! How dare you!" His voice was suppressed yet furious, with a touch of helplessness. But what could he do? Kill her? It was evident that it was not realistic. He could only express his dissatisfaction and unwillingness.
Shen Qianshu was hurt by his tugging and immediately got up on the bed. She was pinned in his embrace. Ye Ling's voice was menacing and fierce, with fury and coldness underpinning it. His chest rose up and down continuously. His body was weak, yet it contained limitless strength.
"You are not allowed to marry him. Do you hear me?"