Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

There was a thin layer of snow on the ground in Northern Europe. Qiu Yingying huddled in Meng Yanchen's coat, her nose red from the cold, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the dark sky above, even her breathing becoming lighter.

Meng Yanchen gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, his palms enveloping her icy hands, the warmth seeping into her skin little by little.

"Wait a little longer, the forecast says there will be a major aurora event today." He lowered his head, his voice as soft as the wind.

He kept this trip a secret for more than half a year. Ever since he learned that Qiu Yingying's biggest wish when she was a child was to see the aurora borealis with the person she liked, he quietly turned down all social engagements, booked a panoramic glass igloo deep in the snowfield, and personally arranged everything, including the route, meals, and warm clothing.

He just wanted to take his precious baby safely and securely to the sky she longed for most.

Qiu Yingying used to be impulsive, passionate, and outspoken, and she stumbled and fell in life until she met Meng Yanchen. He was calm, restrained, and didn't talk much, but he gave her all his tenderness.

She was like a ray of sunshine that burst into his dark and tense world, and he became her most reliable support, letting her know what it is like to be cherished and loved by a lover.

Just as she held her breath in anticipation, a layer of pale green light suddenly spread across the horizon, flowing and unfolding slowly. Then, purple, pink, and silver-white intertwined and filled the sky, as if the heavens had been set ablaze, a beauty so breathtaking that it made one forget to breathe.

"It's out...it's really out!" Qiu Yingying gripped his arm, her voice soft and full of surprise, her eyes curving into crescents.

The next second, Meng Yanchen released his grip and slowly knelt on one knee.

Snowflakes fell on his hair, the aurora borealis reflected in his eyes. He opened the velvet box, and a diamond ring lay quietly inside, its light gentle yet resolute.

"Yingying, before I met you, my life was always just going through the motions. After meeting you, I realized what it means to be alive, what it means to come home. I want to share every meal with you, every season with you, I want to protect you for the rest of my life, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

Qiu Yingying's eyes welled up with tears, but she nodded steadily, her voice clear and earnest: "I do! Meng Yanchen, I do want to marry you!"

Meng Yanchen slipped the ring onto her ring finger, stood up, embraced her tightly, and kissed her. The aurora borealis filled the sky, the wind and snow were gentle; this kiss would last from the first flutter of their hearts until their hair turned white.

After returning to China, Meng Yanchen and Qiu Yingying had a truly luxurious and romantic wedding.

He booked an entire seaside private estate, and from the entrance to the chapel, a three-kilometer-long path was entirely paved with white roses and pink peonies flown in from the Netherlands. The fragrance was rich yet not cloying, and when the wind blew, the petals fluttered down like an endless rain of flowers. The coastline was illuminated by tens of thousands of crystal chandeliers, and the lights reflected on the sea, making it look like the Milky Way had fallen to earth.

The main ceremony area is a suspended glass hall with a completely transparent dome facing the starry sky. Ten-meter-long ivory-white gauze curtains hang around the perimeter, hand-stitched with pearls and small diamonds, shimmering and sparkling when gently swaying, and even the air is filled with custom-made fragrances.

Qiu Yingying's wedding dress was made by a French haute couture workshop over a period of seven months. The bodice was adorned with natural pearls and rhinestones, and the skirt was six meters long. Layers of light tulle were like clouds and mist, and the edges of the veil were embroidered with aurora patterns and her initials. Every inch was filled with care. On the inside of Meng Yanchen's suit cuffs, there was a line of tiny words embroidered: Yingying, the only one in this life.

There was no fanfare or hype on the wedding day, only close relatives and friends. Qiu Yingying was led by her father to the end of the red carpet, while Meng Yanchen stood in the center of a sea of ​​flowers and starlight, his gaze never leaving her from the moment she appeared.

As they exchanged vows, he held her hand, his voice low and gentle: "We will stay together and love each other forever."

The entire place was silent, save for the sounds of the waves and the wind. Qiu Yingying looked at him, a sweet smile curving her lips, her eyes filled with certainty and joy.

This wedding was hailed by everyone as a true "dream wedding"—luxurious yet tasteful, romantic to the core, dignified to the extreme, and tender to the extreme.

Married life was as sweet as being immersed in honey.

No matter how busy he was with work, he would always dedicate all his vacation time to her. Throughout the year, they would travel all over the world. They would go to Switzerland to see the snow-capped mountains, to Greece to see the blue and white towns, to the Maldives to walk on the beaches, and to Iceland to chase the Northern Lights again.

Qiu Yingying loved going out with him the most. She didn't have to worry about the route, the luggage, or getting lost. As long as she held Meng Yanchen's hand, she could always be that carefree little girl.