Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips: "I wasn't being mean to you, I was just angry."
Zhi'er's dark eyes looked confused: "What are you angry about!"
Feng Fuce frowned: "If Guoguo were the one in the dream with you, would you have accepted him?"
"Am I no different from Guoguo?"
Zhi'er was now completely baffled.
She lifted her bewildered eyes and looked at him.
"What exactly are you talking about! You were the one who said it doesn't count first, I was just comforting you."
"It was just a fake wedding ceremony, you didn't take it seriously, so of course I didn't take it seriously either. Why get angry?"
Feng Fuce's deep eyes were cold: "Who said I didn't take it seriously?"
Zhi'er's beautiful eyes widened in shock: "What?"
Feng Fuce said coldly: "I said the wedding in the dream was too hasty. I told you not to consider it because I was worried you would find it too simple. I will give you a better one later."
