"That's right." Ou Lan nodded emphatically. If Lin Ziran still didn't believe it, she wouldn't mind dragging her to crash into a tree.
"How is that possible?" Lin Ziran was utterly perplexed, not on the same wavelength at all. Meeting was an extremely unlikely event; no matter how much they chanted slogans about marrying Zhan Moxiao or Baili Mu, those were just fantasies. They wouldn't even dare to think about it in reality.
"I still feel like I'm dreaming, but the harsh reality happened, and it's infuriating." Ou Lan irritably stuffed the marriage certificate back into her bag.
"Quick, tell me, why on earth did Zhan Moxiao take a fancy to you?"
"One day, Zhan Moxiao's special assistant came to my house, said my grandfather and the general had arranged a child betrothal, and that very night Zhan Moxiao deceitfully forced a grand marriage on me."
"Wow," Lin Ziran's eyes gleamed with envy, "Heaven hasn't treated you badly, huh? Such a huge pie fell right into your lap."
