Xia Dongye paused and glanced in the direction of the bride's room, "If it's okay, I'll go to the front first. You go in quickly."
After finishing speaking, Xia Dongye pulled Shen Leling's chin on his body, turned around and left.
Sikong Jingqiu watched them pushing away and stood in the corridor in a daze for a while before turning and walking into the bride's room.
He came to Haiyue and waved to the people in the room who looked a little shocked by his appearance.
Although it was inappropriate for them to meet at this moment, everyone tacitly agreed not to say anything, left silently, and closed the door behind them.
After making sure that only he and Haiyue were left in the room, Sikong Jingqiu walked up to Haiyue who was sitting on the chair, reached out and hugged her, who was wearing a pure white gauze, into his arms, hugged her hard, and whispered in her ear. Ya whispered, "Are you really determined to marry me?"
From the beginning of preparations for the wedding to now, everything has gone so smoothly, which left Sikong Jingqiu with a feeling of uncertainty in his heart.
In the past two days, he would often wake up in the middle of the night, then sit and lie on his side, looking at Haiyue's sleeping face until dawn, for fear that in the blink of an eye, everything in front of him would be just a dream——
Grandma will regret it at the critical moment and disapprove of the marriage between him and Haiyue...
It wasn't until the wedding was finally held today that his heart finally settled down slightly.
However, I heard Xia Dongye’s words again——
Sikong Jingqiu knew what he was afraid of. He was afraid that after Haiyue regained her memory, she would regret marrying him because he was the son of an enemy...
"What are you talking about?" Haiyue laughed, "I'm already wearing a wedding dress, and there are so many people outside, how could I regret it?"
"Cheng Yuanming, there will be results in a month..." Sikong Jingqiu said.
Haiyue immediately understood what Sikong Jingqiu wanted to say. She smiled and stroked his soft hair, "Are you worried that you will mind your life experience after I regain my memory?"
Sikong Jingqiu said nothing.
"Grandma has already told me everything that happened before." Haiyue said, her thoughts could not help but drift away, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she even felt a little guilty, "Including what happened to Du Yunyan..."
Sikong Jingqiu quickly comforted her, "Those are things in the past."
"Since you don't mind what I once..." Haiyue took a deep breath, raised the corners of her lips, and revealed a sweet smile, "Why should you be so worried about your life experience? No matter what Yi Zhentian has done Everything has nothing to do with you, right?"
Hearing Haiyue say this, Sikong Jingqiu finally felt relieved.
He hugged Haiyue tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
Then, he let go of Haiyue, stared at her affectionately, and made a promise to her with equal emphasis and tenderness, "Miss Song Haiyue, I swear that I will love you, respect you, and never leave you in my life. Will you marry me?" Me?"
Haiyue responded with a smile, "I do."
Sikong Jingqiu's eyes heated up, he held her face, kissed her hairline, cheeks, and finally, landed on her cherry red lips.
Just when they were kissing inseparably and almost losing control, the door of the bride's room was suddenly pushed open. Butler Li held Jing Lue, who was serving as the flower girl today, with one hand and rushed in pushing Mrs. Sikong's wheelchair with the other. There was also a large group of people following him.
As a large group of people rushed in, Mrs. Sikong's slightly panicked voice sounded.