Yan Sijue had just finished signing the last document when he heard her sudden confession. His right hand holding the pen paused slightly.
He glanced at her and suddenly smiled faintly, but his dark eyes held no warmth.
"Is that so." He lightly parted his thin lips, his voice incredibly calm.
Mu Yiliang's eyelashes fluttered lightly!
She knew he didn't believe her.
Because he knew the Yan Sijue she loved was not the same as he is now!
So...
She once again thought of that possibility, her lips trembling fiercely!
The man suddenly let out a low laugh, put the document away, handed it to the master of ceremonies beside him, then extended his arms, and carried her, in her wedding dress, horizontally!
Mu Yiliang felt her entire body had gone numb. She leaned against his chest, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, her gaze seemingly out of focus.
The commotion at the scene seemed far away from her.
