There was an inexplicable pain in her head, and a feeling of dizziness made her almost unable to stand.
Wei Zi hurriedly closed her eyes and pressed her hands hard on the edge of the box to steady herself.
Feng Danyuan's voice seemed to be heard in her ears, but the voice was far away and vague, and she couldn't hear it clearly.
A strange memory seemed to clear away the layers of fog and appeared in her mind:
In the large wardrobe, there is a set of fiery red wedding dresses hanging, layered on top of each other, like peonies in bloom. The dress is embroidered with gold threads on which flowers bloom, the needlework is delicate, lifelike and exquisite.
This wedding dress is not the one she wore on her wedding to the prince more than a month ago. Today's needlework cannot be so fine and delicate.
"You and I can't make do with our wedding."
"I said before that if I get married, I will have three matchmakers and six betrothals, thousands of soldiers will line up to welcome me. Now I take back those words. Our wedding will be whatever you want, as long as you are happy."
Strange words, but a familiar voice.
The owner of this voice...
Wei Zi suddenly opened her eyes, but her eyes were all white. It took a while before her eyes could barely focus.
Feng Danyuan was staring at her, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his peach blossom eyes full of concern.
Wei Zi stared blankly at the picturesque handsome face in front of her, and a panic surged in her heart: The words in her mind just now were clearly said by Feng Shizi. The voices may be similar, but even the tone and tone of the words are the same, so that is definitely not a coincidence.
But why would he say such a thing to her?
And that wedding dress clearly bears her name, Wei Zi, Queen of Peony...
Suddenly, she recalled the conversation that had just occurred to her when she opened the combination lock:
“Do we call them ‘canines’ or ‘dogs’ now?”
"Dog. 'Dog' has been rarely used since ancient times."
She was the one who asked.
The voice that answered was also Feng Shizi!
this--
Wei Zi looked at Feng Danyuan with more and more shock.
Feng Danyuan was also shocked by Wei Zi's eyes as if he had seen a ghost, and subconsciously touched his face: "Am I scary?"
The voice in my head and the voice in my ears overlapped and were exactly the same.
Wei Zi's pupils shrank suddenly and he stopped breathing.
Feng Danyuan saw that her face was pale and her body was shaky, and her face became serious: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Sit down and rest for a while."
After that, he stretched out his hand to help.
Wei Zi stared at the long, slender hand as white as jade, and took a step back: "No need."
Feng Danyuan's eyes darkened: It's not right that she avoids him like a savage beast. Is there something wrong with this wedding dress? I heard that the witchcraft in the south is very powerful and can make people fall unconscious.
"Put the wedding dress back." He calmly stretched out his hand to Wei Zi.
Wei Ziwei hesitated and handed over the wedding dress.
Feng Danyuan took a handful and threw it in, then closed the lid smoothly.
Wei Zi's breathing gradually calmed down, and her rationality slowly returned.
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward.
Was her reaction just now too intense? Feng Shizi didn't do anything...
"Do you want to take a rest? You don't look good." Feng Danyuan spoke first.
"It doesn't matter." Wei Zi shook his head and pointed at the box beside the wedding dress: "Look at this box."
Feng Danyuan was a little hesitant. The box of wedding clothes just now looked weird. He didn't know if there was something wrong with the one in front of him.
However, now that Wei Zi has opened her mouth, let's take a look.
He is always around, so nothing can happen.
He bent down to open the box and looked at it, but he didn't understand it.
