Chi Yue had never imagined that things had come to this point, and yet Xu Zhenwen still had the audacity to approach her.
The sufferings endured in those sunless cells suddenly surged into her heart. Chi Yue clenched her fists, her nails digging deeply into her flesh.
"If you want to arrange a marriage for me, then arrange a ghost marriage."
She strode towards the iron gate, but halfway there, her clothes were tugged at. Xu Zhenwen said with heart-wrenching pain, "I know I was wrong, really, you can hit me or scold me, as long as you marry Ah Yin, I will do whatever you ask."
Chi Yue shook off her hand, her voice colder than before, "I said, I will marry him, but it must be a ghost marriage, are you willing?"
Xu Zhenwen looked at her incredulously, "How can you...?"
"How can I say such a thing? It was you who personally sent me to hell, yet you expect me to pull you out of it?"
