"I want this wedding more than anyone," Fu Yanye repeated, then laughed.
"..."
Zhuo Jian's legs went weak, and she stepped back, suddenly unable to say anything.
Fu Yanye watched her look of despair and could not help but step forward slightly, asking her in a deep and powerful voice, "Don't you have even the slightest desire to be with me?"
Zhuo Jian felt numb all over and didn't know what to say to him next.
She remembered expressing her thoughts to him, more than once.
She shook her head, "I don't want to make it any bigger."
She had been overwhelmed when their secret marriage was exposed.
If there was another wedding, she might never be able to escape it.
She lowered her head to look at her feet, searching her heart, yet not knowing what she was looking for.
She even began to miss the day when she confessed to him as a child, and he walked away without turning his head back.
Why had he suddenly become like this?
