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"Are you willing?"
"I am!"
Mai Xiaomai nodded without hesitation.
"Such a good girl!"
Qiao Chutian bent down, softly kissed the back of her hand, and then looked up at her, "Once you're able to stand up, I want to hold another wedding ceremony."
"Why do we need to have another one?"
Mai Xiaomai asked, puzzled.
"Back then, both of us got married somewhat reluctantly and it was all done in haste. I want to give you a wedding that you'll never forget, one that will make you feel happy every time you think about it."
"Oh?"
"What's with that expression? You seem rather unwilling."
Qiao Chutian, seeing that she wasn't as joyful as he had imagined, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.
"It's not that I'm unwilling, but rather too happy, and I don't know how to express my feelings."
"Does that mean you are willing?"
"Yes, I naturally am."
Every woman longs for a happy, willing, unique, and romantic wedding, just like Jay Chou and Kun Ling had.
