Hold a wedding?
Wen Jiaren stared blankly at Mu Qian, feeling somewhat complicated inside.
Mu Qian noticed her silence, and his smile gradually faded, with a hint of panic in his eyes, "You don't want to?"
Wen Jiaren paused for a moment, deliberated internally, and then said, "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I think the wedding should wait until I regain my memory. Wouldn't that be better?"
Mu Qian quickly replied, "That doesn't matter. When you regain your memory, we can have another one."
"You didn't understand what I meant."
Wen Jiaren didn't know how to explain the conflict in her heart to Mu Qian. Although she believed she was Wen Laibao and believed she was Xiao'er's mother, she truly knew nothing about him now. She felt something for him, but those feelings weren't enough for her to comfortably share a bed with him...
