Di Fuyi gazed at Gu Xijiu with a depressed and disappointed expression. He had been trying very hard last night to enter her dream, but his efforts were to no avail. At first, he was confident that he could have helped her to regain all of her memories. However, his efforts were all in vain.
Gu Xijiu glimpsed at him as she pursed her lips but did not speak.
Mo Zhao held her hand and stepped closer to Di Fuyi. "Xijiu, do you have anything to say to him?"
Gu Xijiu sounded upset. "What's there for me to tell him? Is he your prisoner or your guest?"
"He's a prisoner but also a guest today." Mo Zhao smiled.
Gu Xijiu pursed her lips again as she looked at Mo Zhao. "My dearest Zhao, I've heard that since you're The Great Lord and your identity is so prestigious that there would be countless guests attending the wedding ceremony cheerfully. Why are there so few people attending our wedding?"
Even though her question sounded naive, it was also a rather go...