Chapter 17: If you have something to say, wait until the wedding ceremony
"Am I not marrying a ghost now?"
Han Yixing stared at him, deliberately ignoring his handsome appearance today. Perhaps it was the makeup artist's deliberate decision to make him look younger, especially his pair of deep blue eyes, which were light but also dazzling.
But if she just stood aside and admired him, then forget it, but today's protagonists were the two of them, so even if he was a thousand times more handsome, she still couldn't give him a good look.
When Ren Ren was eighteen years old, she was led to the auditorium by a stranger and handed over to her future husband, but her so-called father did not show up.
The calmness on the surface cannot hide the panic inside. After all, in the original world, she never thought of this scene. If she did, it must be romantic, and it would be with the person she loves.[
"Han Yixing, are you looking for death?" Meng Beichen narrowed his eyes and glared at her, squeezing her hand harder until he saw a trace of pain on her face.
This little fool actually dares to say that he is a ghost!
"I'm just looking for death. My life has become like this. It's really better to die. If you have the ability, just kill me here."
Han Yixing was in pain, but she kept enduring it, because she was the only one left in the world now, and she had to be strong. However, the pain in her hand and his cold words made her feel uncomfortable even now.
All this still feels like a dream to her. Her personality has always been very confused, casual, and a little lazy. She is basically happy-go-lucky.
However, she still couldn't accept the fact that she was getting married, especially since this man was like a devil.
She was holding back, but she still couldn't help but the tears gathered in her eyes, but she stubbornly blinked them back and refused to fall.
"You..." Meng Beichen was stunned. Seeing her expression that she was about to cry, he couldn't help but relax his hand and lowered his head. The little hand he held was already red, and his fingers were even pinched into a strange shape.
He suddenly discovered that her hands were small and soft.
While they were still in a daze, the priest in front of them coughed dryly and said: "Bridegroom, bride, if you have anything to say, you can wait until the bridal chamber is filled with flowers and candles to say it. Now please let me preside over your wedding."
His voice was neither loud nor quiet, but it could be heard by the whole church, and immediately there was an ambiguous whistle from the crowd.