"Jin Xiangbei! Snap out of your drunken stupor!" Eleven shouted, unable to bear it anymore, "I am Fang Eleven! Your wife is right behind you!"
Fang Eleven?
They faltered for a moment. That person was Fang Eleven?! Then why would Jin Xiangbei be holding her...
"Eleven..." Jin Xiangbei clings tightly to her, his chin resting on her shoulder, tears streaming down uncontrollably, "I know you're Eleven...you're my Eleven..."
Wait a second...
'What does he mean by, 'his Eleven'?
"Eleven...why didn't you let me explain...why didn't you stop me from proceeding with this wedding...As long as you say yes, I can leave everything behind for you. I don't want anything, I only want you!"
The friends of Yao Ruoshui were all dumbfounded, staring slack-jawed at the scene before them. What on earth...was going on?
Eleven couldn't push him away.
Jin Xiangbei cried his heart out.
The onlookers were thinking, how deep was his pain to make a man cry like that?
