An Xiaomian was dazed for two seconds, then she realized, even if she deliberately made herself sick, even if her body was now ill, she still couldn't stop Ouyang Zhi's plan. Today, he was determined to get married.
Perhaps, only her death could stop him.
No, she didn't understand. If Ouyang Zhi knew her thoughts, he would madly tell her that even if she died, he would hold a wedding ceremony with her corpse.
He loved her, no less than Shangguan Xiu did.
"I'm dizzy, let go of me first..." An Xiaomian's head was indeed spinning. She pushed him slightly, her brows tightly knitted.
Ouyang Zhi didn't let her go, instead, he reached out and gently massaged around her forehead: "Let me massage it for you, it should stop hurting. Once the wedding is over, I'll take you to the new house I've built for you, and you can have a good sleep."
