Li Yun asked her with a smile. The two separated a little and looked at each other with both eyes.
An inexplicable sense of peace once again stabilized Pan Suyi, she blushed and nodded gently.
"Suyi, I..."
Li Yun wanted to say 10,000 words, but 10,000 words did not have a beginning. In the end, he only said: "I am actually your husband, that is, Lang Jun. I and you are already married... We are married, although there is no matchmaker. And the wedding, it’s just an engagement."
Pan Suyi blushed and said in a low voice, "Suyi and Suyi know that you are my prince... It's just too sudden to accept it for a while."
Li Yun looked embarrassed.
She hurriedly said: "But the son, Su Yi will try to adapt... After all, we are buried together, and we can never be separated forever."
"..."
Forget it, just.
Li Yun didn’t struggle with this problem anymore. After all, the wedding between him and Pan Suyi was strictly speaking not as good as their sex. The two held the wedding in a fantasy world, and the ceremony was irregular. More importantly, Pan Suyi at the time. Yi has no memory of Nie Xiaoqian, and may not even have a soul...
Anyway, that's it, just.
"Su Yi."
"……Ok."
Pan Suyi responded in a panic, with his head buried in his chest, afraid to look at him.
Li Yun couldn't laugh or cry, holding her face, asked her to look up at herself, and then let her look around.
Only then did Pan Suyi realize that the surrounding dark world was so terrifying.
"Suyi, do you know where this is?"
"...Yin Cao Jifu? Didn't you just say it? But it's strange, why are you just two ghosts, you and me?"
She quickly accepted the fact that she was a ghost, because she had already remembered how she died.
Li Yun asked her some questions in detail, and helped Pan Suyi retrieve some of her previous memories. Knowing that she didn't know what happened to her becoming a ghost, she only remembered that she would rather die than stab her heart with a dagger. Then there is no memory.
"That's it."
Li Yun frowned, thinking about what to do next.
"Prince, son."
Pan Suyi plucked up the courage and asked a little shyly: "Suyi still doesn't know the son's name... It's strange, obviously we have already married, the son knows the name of the slave family, but the slave family doesn't know the son..."
"My name is Li Yun."
Li Yun pinched the face of Pan Suyi, who had not resisted. In the latter's shy expression, he smiled and said, "Although you may not remember, I did know you for a long time, and... Have a wedding? A wedding banquet? Anyway, the relationship is very close."
Pan Suyi looked at him in surprise and seriously recalled in his mind, but still could not find the memory of this young man named Li Yun, and she had never married him before her death.
This is a matter of course. She was born in Xiangling Book Residence, and the principal could not let her be married to another man.
"do not think too much."
Li Yun took her little hand and regained some of the previous feelings, and said: "Suyi, you only need to know that your prince I did not lie to you. Of course, you can also call me husband, or directly Called the name."
Pan Suyi couldn't tell the truth from the fake, but in this weird and dark after-death world, Li Yun was the only person she could speak for, and he treated her very well.
So she chose, believe it!
