Bai Qingqing wanted to roll her eyes at him, but she suddenly heard a crisp female voice. "I do."
Bai Qingqing looked around and thought that it was someone else.
She then suddenly lost control over her body.
Bai Qingqing had always been experiencing the scenes from the first-person perspective, but at this instant, she was suddenly squeezed from this perspective and became like a ball of formless gas, floating at the side.
This was exactly the same as one would feel in a nightmare. She was the one experiencing a ghost story, but she could suddenly watch from a third-person perspective.
Things were all blurry in the dream. Bai Qingqing didn't feel that anything was amiss and thus watched from God's perspective.
The female's face wasn't bad. She'd be considered a delicate young lady even in the modern world. She had dark-yellow short hair, sharing a great resemblance with females from the leopard tribe.
