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Pain.
It felt like all the pain in my body was concentrated in my head, pulling at my nerves with a tearing sensation.
"Qiangwei, Qiangwei, wake up..."
An anxious female voice echoed in my ears. Luo Qiangwei slowly opened her eyes to see the familiar and kind face of a woman.
Was this her deceased... mother?
She moved her lips and said somewhat unrealistically, "Mom..."
"There, there, finally awake," her mother Ding Fanying helped her to stand up, patting her face with powder, "Hurry up to the stage. Shiche must be getting anxious. How could you just faint like that..."
Luo Qiangwei, supported by two attendants, made her way onto the stage in a daze. The heaviness in her body made her lower her head, only to find herself wearing a white, diamond-studded mermaid wedding dress.
This was... the wedding dress she wore when she married Mo Shiche!
And this place turned out to be the hotel hall, surrounded by guests attending the wedding banquet, standing on the red carpet under the most splendid lights and countless gazes.
They say that dreams after death are the most precious things in a person's life. Has she been foolishly in love with Mo Shiche to the point of dreaming about their wedding...
Suddenly, a tall and handsome shadow loomed in front of her.
Luo Qiangwei lifted her head, and the man's stunningly cold and hard face came into a clear view in her eyes—
His features were impeccably perfect, with thin, merciless lips and a pair of inherently cold black eyes that looked at her without a hint of warmth. He had no expressions, yet his whole being was shrouded in a cold and noble aura.
How handsome Mo Shiche was—probably not a single woman in Jiang City didn't know, even the men had to admit it.
Luo Qiangwei looked at the face she once deeply adored and ironically smiled, "They say women are the root of all evil, but sometimes I feel men can be much more disastrous."
This man was a prime example.
Her right hand was abruptly taken not so gently. Mo Shiche's slender fingers held a ring, trying to slide it onto her ring finger—
His hand was cold, but the coldness was still a temperature she could feel.
Luo Qiangwei paused for a moment, instinctively curling her fingers to prevent the ring from going on.
Mo Shiche's beautiful eyes narrowed, and his deep, pleasant voice rose coldly, "I don't have much time to play games with you. You should be satisfied by now, you've acted enough, right?"
At these words, Luo Qiangwei was even more surprised—this was not something he said at their wedding.
She remembered that when he put the ring on her, not only did she cry pretentiously, but she also hugged him.
Could it be that dreams... can change the original scene?
In her moment of bewilderment, Mo Shiche had already become impatient, forcibly sliding the ring onto her ring finger.
Luo Qiangwei jerked her hand back as if she had touched a virus, eager to remove the ring.
Her wrist was grasped again, and she was pulled in front of Mo Shiche, almost pressed against his chest—
His voice was still indifferent but carried a dangerous anger, "Luo Qiangwei, since I am responsible for you, now I have taken responsibility as you wished—this is my wedding, don't try to provoke me."
He put the ring on her, and this woman actually showed a look of disgust?
She used to cling to him every day, doing everything she could to marry him, looking sweet during the vows, and now during the ring exchange, she put on this act?
The man's hot breath sprayed on her face, and Luo Qiangwei was completely stunned, "You... you're alive?"
Mo Shiche looked at her feigning ignorance and pulled a cold smile, "What, you want to marry me even if I'm dead?"
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