It's five o'clock in the morning, and today is their wedding day. She cannot say anything unlucky.
Gu Yixuan nodded, "If you've forgotten, then let it be. Let's sleep a bit more, and then get up to put on our wedding outfits."
"Mm."
Mo Ran lay back in bed, embraced by him, her hand still tightly holding onto him.
Why did she have that nightmare? Could it be foretelling something?
Mo Ran dared not think about it. Would Yuan Zhe really come to ruin the wedding?
But what would be the point of ruining it? She and Gu Yixuan were already husband and wife. This wedding was just a formality. Even if it was ruined, they would still be married.
Perhaps she was just overthinking.
Mo Ran comforted herself for a while, and the fear and worry in her heart diminished.
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In the open-air hotel's dressing room, Mo Ran wore that fifty-million-worth wedding dress, looking beautiful and dreamy, even more lovely than a fairy from the heavens.
