Early the next morning, Anjue arrived.
When he saw Ye Xiaoyu, his expression was somewhat unnatural. However, he still stepped forward to her side, reaching out his hand to touch her face, only for her to discreetly avoid it.
His hand froze awkwardly in the air.
"Zhou Bie."
Zhou Bie helplessly stepped forward, holding a syringe in his hand, and injected it into Ye Xiaoyu's arm.
Ye Xiaoyu frowned, "What did you inject me with?"
Zhou Bie shrugged, his face full of helplessness, "You'll know in a while."
Anjue picked her up from the bed. She tried to resist, to push him away, but found she was utterly weak, unable to muster any strength. When she saw Anjue's profile, she finally understood what they had injected her with.
"What do you want to do?"
He glanced at her in his arms, feeling somewhat awkward, "Today... is our wedding."
"..."
