Her arm was suddenly grabbed, and upon hearing his questioning, An Xiaomian knew she couldn't escape this time.
She pried open his hand and shook her head apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ouyang Zhi. I don't like you, not even a little. Forget about me, don't love me anymore. I'm not good, not good at all, and I already have someone I like. Don't waste your time on me..."
Ouyang Zhi looked at her seriously, not frightened by her words, his expression still the same as before.
Because he had long guessed that she would say this.
He seemed indifferent, deliberately concealing the sour pain in his heart, and said to her, "You don't have to say more, just rest for a while. I'll have them come in to do your makeup, and when the time comes, the wedding will begin."
He knew he couldn't press further; even if he did, she couldn't give him the answer he wanted.
Better to hold the wedding first.
He needed to go out and check to prevent any unexpected problems.
