"..."

Qin Youxuan was completely stunned.

What did he mean by that? What does he mean by it being troublesome to take it off later?!

"Whoosh—"

The sports car came to a steady stop in front of a skyscraper, and Dan Hanjie didn’t give her time to react. He picked her up horizontally and strode toward the entrance.

Qin Youxuan felt embarrassed and was about to get down to walk on her own. Remembering she was wearing pajamas, she quickly wrapped her arms around Dan Hanjie’s neck and buried her face into his chest.

It wasn’t until Dan Hanjie carried her into a shop that Qin Youxuan weakly poked her head out from his chest.

Seeing row upon row of wedding dresses in front of her, her cat-like eyes tightened.

Her body instantly became rigid, and the terrifying scenes buried deep in her memory seemed to flash before her eyes once again.

Her nails dug into Dan Hanjie’s arm, and she didn’t even notice.

"Why did you bring me here?" Qin Youxuan’s voice trembled as she spoke.

Recalling the scene of Ye Zhanxing dying in front of her, these wedding dresses, symbolizing happiness, had all turned into white cloths for mourning the dead...

Fluttering and intertwining before her eyes, weaving a tapestry of death.

"I still owe you a wedding. My woman, Dan Hanjie’s woman, cannot follow me without a name or title." Dan Hanjie set her down, his large hand rubbing her little head.

Now that everything has calmed down, it’s time to fulfill his promise.

He wanted the whole world to know that this was his woman, Dan Hanjie’s woman, his only wife.

"We already have our marriage certificate. It doesn’t count as being without a name or title." Qin Youxuan grabbed his hand, swallowing hard.

Thinking of a wedding, her mind was void of any romantic fantasies, only filled with pure terror.

"I’ve already chosen the wedding dress. Go try it on." Dan Hanjie didn’t give her the chance to refuse and brought Qin Youxuan to the dressing room, handing her over to the staff there.

Qin Youxuan had no chance to refuse before being ushered into the dressing room.

Like a puppet, she let the staff replace her pajamas with a magnificently beautiful wedding dress.

Walking from the dressing room to Dan Hanjie, Qin Youxuan’s palms were sweaty with tension.

Her hand holding up the hem of the dress almost tore the wedding gown.

Meeting his charmingly handsome face, she blurted out, "Dan Hanjie, I don’t want a wedding."

"..."

"What I mean is, we’ve basically already had a wedding, there’s no need to have another one..." Qin Youxuan looked at his sinking expression, eager to explain but utterly unable to find the words.

She thought Dan Hanjie would understand. Even if they were together, she could never hold another wedding in this lifetime.

Just the thought of churches and weddings filled Qin Youxuan’s mind with the tragic death of Ye Zhanxing.

She couldn’t do it, couldn’t walk back in there again.

"Cat, do you believe in miracles?" Dan Hanjie, dressed in a black suit, exuded a commanding presence. Without any effort, he seemed like a prince on a white horse.

Standing in front of Qin Youxuan in her wedding gown, he naturally became the focus of everyone’s attention.

The perfect match made the bridal shop employees stare in awe.

At this moment, he slightly bowed his head, focusing on the cold sweat-covered Qin Youxuan, holding her icy cheeks, speaking every word deliberately.

"I want to give you a wedding, a wedding called a miracle, a wedding where your dreams can come true."

"I just want my dad, Dan Hanjie. It’s impossible..." Qin Youxuan’s eyes reddened, her emotions suddenly spiraling out of control.