"Try it on, see if it looks good. When we get married, I'll order an even prettier one for you, making you the most beautiful bride on this prairie, no, in the whole world," Tuoba Lie handed the wedding dress to Nan Feng again.
"I never said I wanted to marry you," Nan Feng pushed the wedding dress away, very displeased with Tuoba Lie's actions.
"You won't try it on?" Tuoba Lie switched to his domineering rogue mode, "Even if you won't, you have to, you must try."
He spread out the wedding dress, insisting on fitting it onto Nan Feng, who had no choice but to dodge.
However, in the midst of the scuffle, those sporadic memories flashed through her mind again:
In a gloomy room, surrounded by burning red candles, a pair of large hands were gently fitting her into a wedding dress, but she couldn't see the person's face, only the bright moon beyond the lattice.
What event was that?
Was it the scene when the original owner was getting married?
