"Wait, I am your husband."
Su Jie immediately corrected himself, while taking a step back.
Unexpectedly, Han Ruyan also took a step forward.
As Su Jie spoke, the blood dripping from his forehead began to slowly seep into the space between Han Ruyan's eyebrows.
"My husband!!!"
The next moment, Han Ruyan took Su Jie's hand, and the clothes he wore transformed into the festive ancient wedding attire. The palm Han Ruyan held felt like touching a block of ice, devoid of any human warmth.
Su Jie's mouth hung open, not expecting things to go so smoothly.
As the blood infiltrated Han Ruyan's forehead, a red phoenix crown and brocade robe wedding dress fluttered within Su Jie's sea of consciousness, and he successfully bound a contract with the Ghost Bride, Han Ruyan.