The next day, early morning.
A warm ray of sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the interior of the Shangri-La presidential suite.
"If it still hurts, maybe you shouldn't go?" Ye Huan said softly.
"No way, I want to be with you every minute, every second," Liu Tianyun said coyly, getting up to give Ye Huan the first kiss of the morning, then started changing clothes.
Before leaving, she tucked the sheet that bore witness to her most precious moment, commemorating her and Ye Huan truly becoming husband and wife, into her suitcase.
After they had packed the rest of their luggage together, they went to the hotel rooftop!
At this moment, a private helicopter was parked on the rooftop, its whirling rotor blades making a deafening noise.
"Young Master Ye, Miss Liu, please board the aircraft," said Lauren, who was waiting by the helicopter, opening the cabin door and gesturing them in.
The two boarded.
