The Little Childhood Friend in a Female-Dominated World (ChatGPT Translated)

26. She is willing to be sticky.

She is willing to be stuck

Holding a red silk in their hands, Lu Feng glanced at the other person's hand when they bowed to each other, their slender and fair hand resembling a scallion.

With the sound of "entering the bridal chamber," Lu Feng finally got a husband whose name she didn't know, giving them a chance to be alone together.

She knew this was a dream, even if she did something or said something, once she woke up, it would be gone.

Lu Feng closed the door with her hand and walked slowly to the edge of the bed, looking down at her hands folded on her lap, obediently sitting on the edge of the bed.

She hesitated a bit, but still gritted her teeth and asked, "Who are you?"

The other person paused for a moment, instantly straightened their back and looked at her with their head held high.

But his gaze was blocked by the red veil, unable to see Lu Feng's face.

"Lu Feng, who am I?" His voice choked, his hands that were originally folded on his knees now tightly gripping the clothes beneath him, the smooth wedding attire wrinkled by his grasp. "How could you forget me? I only have you, I only have you."

Tears fell from under the veil, dropping onto his hand with visible veins, silently forming a water flower.

Lu Feng lowered her gaze, looking at those thin and slender hands that, because of her words, clenched their fingers tightly, the knuckles turning white. Suddenly, her heart ached as if someone had grabbed it and fiercely squeezed.

"Lu Feng, who are you going to marry, who do you love?" The person sitting on the edge of the bed asked her, their choked voice carrying a hint of urgency, not allowing her to remain silent.

"I don't know."

This is a dream. Lu Feng reached out and covered her chest, feeling suffocated.

I don't have anyone I like, nor do I have someone I must marry.

But these words seemed to be stuck in her throat, unable to be spoken.

"Then what about me, Lu Feng," seeing her prolonged silence, the person sitting on the bed seemed a bit tired, their voice becoming softer. They slightly lowered their head and asked her softly, "Who am I?"

This fragile posture of his made Lu Feng's heart ache even more, her fingers unconsciously gripping the fabric on her chest. Why does my heart hurt so much? Why won't this dream end?

"You are. . ." Lu Feng had a faint answer in her heart, but before she could say it, the scene in front of her distorted for a moment. The room with the red silk, the table with the dragon and phoenix candles, and the person sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her answer, all disappeared.

"Lu Feng, where are you taking Mi Jian?" Ji Shi, like a wooden block, appeared out of nowhere and quickly caught up to her at the entrance of the mansion to ask her.

Lu Feng naturally heard his voice, but she couldn't turn back. If she turned back, Xu Mu wouldn't be able to go with her to enjoy the Lantern Festival.

She held Xu Mu's hand and ran until she couldn't hear Ji Shi's voice anymore, then she slowed down.

At this moment, Xu Mu, whom she was holding, smiled and asked her, "Lu Feng, are you taking me to elope?"

Lu Feng lowered her gaze and met Xu Mu's curved peach blossom eyes. She pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment. Seeing her consent, Xu Mu became even happier. He let go of her hand and instead held her hand with his own, pulling her towards the street.