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A chill ran down her spine, and she almost screamed out, "I didn't!"

Her delicate face couldn't hide her expression of panic and pain.

When Gong Yan saw her expression, a faint trace of mockery appeared in his dark eyes as he said faintly, "I didn't even ask anything, and you're already so agitated. What, something really happened that a prospective husband like me can't know?"

He was undoubtedly mocking her by revealing his identity that he was about to fulfill.

Suzhi put her hands on her face, turned her body, and let the tears freely wet her face.

The man looked at her trembling shoulders. His gaze was so faint that it was almost transparent, but he couldn't find the slightest bit of pity.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang. The woman didn't move at all, and the one who went to open the door was naturally Gong Yan.

Outside the door, a group of people greeted the man who opened the door and entered.

On the way here, Gong Yan had already instructed the wedding hall to bring the custom-made wedding dress directly here. Since he was forced to do it, he didn't have much interest in it, so he closed the door, sat down by the sofa, and even played with his phone in boredom.

A group of people swarmed into the living room. The large, empty living room was bustling with noise and excitement.

Su Qizhi heard the movement behind her and raised her hand to wipe away her tears. After a while, she turned around and saw a woman looking at her and walked over to her.

"Miss Su, we brought the wedding dress over. Because we don't have much time and the wedding dress's design is quite complicated, do you have any extra rooms? "We'll help you change it. If there's any problem, we can make simple modifications, but it was originally ordered according to your size, so there shouldn't be too much of a difference."

Su Zhizhi nodded her head expressionlessly, then made a hand gesture to the others, indicating them to go to a room, "My room is over there, you guys can move the things inside."

"Alright," the woman formally pursed her red lips, turned around and beckoned to the few female assistants behind her, "Move everything over, look carefully, don't cut your gown open."

The group of people quickly entered the room, and during this period of time, there was no lack of breathtaking sighs.

Gong Yan sat on the sofa, looking at the messages on his phone screen with a deep look in his eyes.

After a while, he turned off the screen, raised his bony fingers and pinched the center of his eyebrows. He then looked in the direction of the room where the constant chatter was going on. His handsome face was like a chisel, faintly tinged with impatience.

Before long, the group of people came out of the room one by one, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.

"Mr. Gong, Miss Su has already been changed. Would you like to go in and take a look?" The leading woman approached the man and asked with a smile.

He stood up from the sofa, turned around and walked straight to the room with his long legs wrapped in black pants.

Upon entering, the first thing he saw was the woman's graceful figure standing silently in front of the mirror on the floor. The long hem of the wedding dress perfectly outlined the woman's beautiful figure.

Despite this eye-catching sight, the man's eyes were still as calm as still water.

Seeing the calm gaze of the man in the mirror, the gentle smile on Su Qizhi's face faded, and a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes.

That's right, the person he loved wasn't her, so how could she dare to have expectations for him?

She slowly turned around. Her face was adorned with delicate makeup, and her hair had been simply done up into a bun. A few strands of soft hair fell to her ears, making her face look beautiful.

Their gazes met, and the man's coldness was revealed even more clearly.

Su Qizhi's fingers were tightening and tightening around the hem of her muslin dress, but she still forced a smile on her face. She pulled out a sweet smile and asked in a low voice, "Does it look good?"

Gong Yan's gaze looked down and rested on her collarbone shoulder.

He felt rather surprised, as there weren't any traces of imagination on his porcelain like skin …

Then what was she afraid of?

His deep black eyes narrowed slightly, and he gave a mechanical grunt. He squeezed out two words from his throat, "It looks good."

Su Qizhi looked at him, the smile on her face gradually deepened, but she couldn't help but tear up, "You didn't even use your heart to look at me, why do you need to be so perfunctory?"

She had never been able to see what the man was thinking or see through him.

However, she was still able to tell from that glance just now whether she thought it was good or not. She was just like a robot that had already set up a program, saying that she was good-looking.

Sometimes, a woman's natural intuition is also a source of pain.

Gong Yan pursed his lips but didn't try to explain himself, "If you want to hear it, I'll tell you. Besides, isn't this the answer you want to hear?"

"This is indeed the answer I want to hear," the woman's tears silently flowed down the corner of her eyes, but her smile remained. "But big brother Yan, what I want to hear more is the truth."

"The truth?"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't care or something. Leaning against the door frame, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took a cigarette from his mouth, and lit it.

The whole process was smooth and smooth. He took a deep breath, exhaled the green smoke, and squinted his eyes as if he was thinking about something.

Su Qizhi thought he wouldn't answer, but after a second, she heard him say emotionlessly, "The truth is, perhaps because you're not the woman I love, I don't think you're any different from before."

There would be no such thing as a bride-to-be being moved, moved, excited, or moved the moment she saw the bride wearing her wedding dress. These emotions did not belong to him, nor would they belong to her.

Su Qizhi's heart trembled.

Feeling embarrassed, White Teeth bit her lips that had been painted a captivating red. All of a sudden, the energy from the statue on her body was sucked out, and she slowly walked to the bedside and sat down.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Gong Yan was smoking, as if the restlessness that had been accumulating in his chest for days was also dispersing along with the smoke.

When the cigarette had burned to the end, he stubbed it out and threw it in the trash.

"Miss Su," he said indifferently, looking at the woman leaning against the headboard with her eyes closed. He said unhurriedly, "After tomorrow, you won't have any room for regret. Are you really willing to marry a man who doesn't have any feelings for you?"

Su Qizhi slowly opened her eyes. Her clear black and white eyes were dim.

After a long while, her red lips moved slightly, almost soundlessly as she replied, "I will not regret this."

She turned her gaze away, focusing on the man's heavy forehead. She pulled her lips and smiled weakly, "Perhaps you would think that a woman like me is very annoying. It's like a dog skin plaster, always sticking to you and refusing to let go …"

"Or maybe you can't understand why I have to... Do you remember when we first met? "