The Canary that couldn't escape

Chapter 827: Chapter 828: Pre-Wedding Unease 3

Mo Ran weighed her options and decided not to resist him, lest it would make everyone unhappy.

"Alright." She went in first, Fujiwara Ize following her with a smile.

The villa was large, even bigger than the one at Banshan Garden. It was entirely European in style, every corner exuding grandeur and luxury.

Fujiwara Ize wanted to take her to the backyard, which was also vast and had a large glass house.

The structure of the glass house resembled a castle, glittering golden on the outside, but the inside was not visible.

"Close your eyes first." Fujiwara Ize led her to the door of the glass house with a mysterious air.

Mo Ran looked at him but didn’t immediately comply.

"Never mind, use this." He took a white silk ribbon from his pocket and tied it over Mo Ran’s eyes.

"What are you up to?" Mo Ran asked uneasily but did not refuse his actions.

"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you." If Gu Yixuan could cherish her, so could he.

As long as he could attain true love and happiness like Gu Yixuan, he didn’t mind sacrificing more than Gu Yixuan did.

As the door opened, a burst of rich floral fragrance greeted her.

Fujiwara Ize tried to hold her hand to guide her in, but she shook his hand off and walked in slowly by herself.

Except for Gu Yixuan, she disliked physical contact with any man.

There was a sheer curtain at the entrance, and Fujiwara Ize, after closing the door, quickly lifted the curtain so that Mo Ran wouldn’t trip and could walk in smoothly.

Something lightly brushed against her cheek, tickling her softly and weightlessly.

Startled, Mo Ran tore off the silk ribbon—

At the same time, the enchanting piano melody of "Castle in the Sky" began to play inside the glass house.

What appeared before her eyes was not something horrifying, but rather... the most beautiful scene she had ever seen in her life.

The glass castle was filled with red roses, at least a few thousand of them.

Some were hanging in the air, some placed on shelves, and some arranged on the ground. The layout was exquisite, looking dreamy and beautiful, like a secret garden of a princess.

There were also countless colorful butterflies fluttering among the flowers.

Red, blue, yellow, orange, white, black, green, brown—almost every color was present.

They danced around gracefully, like beautiful fairies.

It was these butterflies that had just brushed against her cheek.

A butterfly landed on her fingertip, and Mo Ran slowly raised her hand, looking at the butterfly with a hint of a smile appearing on her lips.