But she had already recovered all her memories, so as long as she thought of the things she once knew about Ouyang Zhi, and that they had almost held a wedding once.
Thinking about having a wedding with him again this time, An Xiaomian always felt terrified.
Ouyang Zhi walked up to her, finally no longer suppressed by the old King. He laughed wildly and recklessly, "Xiao Mian, you surely didn't expect tonight's groom to be me."
"Yes, I indeed did not expect it to be you..." An Xiaomian didn't want to be too close to him, instinctively retreated, and because she was always somewhat afraid of Ouyang Zhi, always feeling that he was like an unkillable cockroach, her aura diminished significantly.
"Isn't it better that it's me? Or do you want to marry a stranger?" Seeing her retreat, Ouyang Zhi did not continue to approach, afraid of scaring her.
Today, being able to hold a wedding with her again had not come easy, he must be a bit cautious, making sure nothing goes wrong.
