"Hmm... six hours, I guess." Yan Fei glanced at his watch and said, "Because it's our wedding day, Feng Guang hasn't had a proper night's sleep."
Feng Guang only then noticed that Yan Fei was wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath, looking formal and charming. Looking around the room, she saw flowers and balloons everywhere, and even a pure white wedding dress on a clothes rack.
Yan Fei is right, this is their wedding day.
But she was in a daze and couldn't figure out whether what happened before was a hallucination or what was happening now. If it was a hallucination, then no matter which one it was, it all felt too real.
Yan Fei, carrying the wedding dress, walked over and said, "The guests outside are waiting for us. Fengguang, hurry up and change your clothes. Let's go out together."
Yes, how can we make others wait when we're getting married?
Feng Guang, still somewhat dazed, accepted the wedding dress, only briefly regaining her senses before saying, "Okay..."
"I'll wait for you outside." Yan Fei lowered her head, kissed Feng Guang's forehead, and then went out, closing the door behind her.
Perhaps feeling lost and confused, Feng Guang could only follow Yan Fei's instructions. She changed into a pure white wedding dress, and the starry sky on the dress clearly indicated that it was a dress personally designed by Yan Fei.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly realized that she was really going to be a bride, that she was going to marry Yan Fei and become his wife, and then... she would become the happiest woman in the world.
It's like...
Just like who?
She suddenly froze, as if the words in her mind had suddenly stuck, and she couldn't remember anything. At this moment, Yan Fei's voice came from outside, "Feng Guang, are you done?"
Feng Guang snapped out of her daze, opened the door, and upon seeing Yan Fei, finally smiled and said, "I'm dressed."
“I know Fengguang will look beautiful in her wedding dress.” Yan Fei bent down slightly and said, “Shall I do Fengguang’s makeup?”
"Okay." She said sweetly, having great confidence in Yan Fei's makeup skills. Even though she was the girl, she believed that Yan Fei's makeup skills were definitely better than hers.
Yan Fei took Feng Guang's face very seriously. Whether it was eye makeup or lip makeup, it had to be the most suitable for Feng Guang. Yan Fei's movements were also very skilled. In just about forty minutes, Feng Guang's pretty face had become even more stunning.
Yan Fei hugged her from behind, "Are you satisfied with the scenery?"
“Satisfied…” She looked at him through the mirror and couldn’t help but laugh again.
Yan Fei said, "Then let's hurry up and go out. Fengguang's parents have been waiting for a long time."
"Mom and Dad... Oh no, if we're all late because of me, they'll have a bad impression of you." Feng Guang pulled Yan Fei's hand and walked out, asking as they went, "What kind of guests came today?"
"Of course, all the relatives who were in the limelight couldn't be left out. Song Ye brought Qi Fangfang along too. Oh, and I also invited my former colleagues from Shuhuo High School."
After listening to Yan Fei list a bunch of people, Feng Guang thought for a moment and then asked, "Wasn't Yan Ce invited?"
He was, after all, Yan Fei's younger brother.
To his surprise, Yan Fei paused and asked, "What is Feng Guang talking about? Yan Ce has been dead for many years."
“Dead…no, how could this be…” Feng Guang’s words came to an abrupt halt.
She slowly pulled her hand away from Yan Fei's grasp and backed away step by step. She raised her hand to hold her head, and suddenly felt a splitting headache. Images flashed before her eyes, finally freezing on the moment she opened the door.
In the darkness, the bloody scene unfolded.
The body was mangled beyond recognition, and blood stained the carpet.
Only in that clean corner, a man with blood on his face held a girl who was unconscious in his arms. In this blood-soaked world, only the girl in his arms was clean.
That girl sleeping peacefully... is Feng Guang.
He's embracing the glory... but who is she?
The man's cold gaze swept over, and the person standing at the door narrowed their eyes in panic.
...
The pristine white room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. The woman, bound by restraints, suddenly opened her eyes on the bed. She was emaciated, but her open eyes were exceptionally bright.
She was breathing rapidly, as if she hadn't breathed so freely in a long time, and at this moment, breathing felt inexplicably luxurious to her.
"You're finally awake..."
She saw four or five doctors in white coats surrounding her and saying in unison, "Ms. Zhou Xiaoqing, congratulations on finally waking up from your delusions."
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