Mo Shu was stunned, then looked at him in disbelief.
What is… the meaning of this?
And Yu Siqiao in front of her, with deep and intense eyes, gazed at her, deeply, heavily.
Just like the Yu Siqiao from before, every time she glanced back unintentionally, she could always catch such a look.
Reassuring.
Mo Shu's heart suddenly accelerated a lot, subconsciously, she already overlapped him with the Yu Siqiao from her memory.
The two little ones looked at Dad, then looked at Mom, and the two brothers went hand in hand.
Mo Shu looked at him, unsure yet with a bit of wishful thinking, and said, "What do you remember?"
"I remember you wearing a wedding dress, waiting for me to marry you."
"And then?" Mo Shu asked.
Yu Siqiao pursed his lips.
Then, nothing.
Yesterday, when he saw her holding a round fan, walking towards him step by step, the only image that flashed in his mind was that scene.
And a word.
Wedding dress.
