This group of people didn't say a word, came up and tied me up, then changed clothes, and were about to go through the marriage ceremony, insisting that I be responsible for Jiang Qingluan.
Just as they were forcing Yang Xiao to bow with his "bride," the bride's veil inexplicably slipped off, revealing the face of his dear sister.
Dear Sister, dressed in a bright red bridal gown, had a sinister smile at the corner of her mouth and stared at him intently.
Yang Xiao shuddered, waking up from the nightmare in an instant, startling Zhou Mingxiao, who was watching over him.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Mingxiao jumped up nervously and looked around, asking in haste, "What's happening, what's going on?!"
"Hoo—"
"Hoo—"
Yang Xiao held himself up with his hands, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. The scene was too terrifying, as dear sister always appeared at just the right moment.
