Ning Xia instinctively tightened her embrace around Bo Siyan, staring at John Hill with wariness and hatred.
John Hill remained silent for a moment, then extended his hand towards Ning Xia, "Our wedding is not yet over."
"Wedding?" Ning Xia curled her lips at the corners, "John Hill, you have already achieved your goal, do we still need to proceed with this ridiculous wedding?"
If Bo Siyan hadn't come, she would have had to give in for Fangzi, but he did come, regardless of the great danger.
She knew, like herself, he would do everything possible, even death, for each other.
She only hoped he would live well; she was also afraid he might die, but now that they are together, it suddenly seemed like they were afraid of nothing.
It's just death!
After all, they had each other's company; they wouldn't be alone!
