The man slowly approached and stopped in front of Suzuki Sakura.
Looking at the unfamiliar and ordinary face, Suzuki Sakura revealed a puzzled expression, propped herself up from the ground and looked towards Nan Yuling.
"Yuling, even if you dislike the wedding gown, it doesn't matter. We can still hold the wedding!"
She said, still not giving up, constantly telling herself that Yuling must be refusing to hold the wedding because he found the gown unattractive.
Looking at the thick-skinned Suzuki Sakura in front of him, the disgust on Nan Yuling's face grew even thicker.
"Heh... Do you really think I was the person that night?"
He felt so disgusted at her mere touch that he wanted to disinfect immediately; how could he possibly touch her?
Listening to Nan Yuling's words, Suzuki Sakura's face suddenly turned white.
After a moment, she shook her head in disbelief.
"How could it not be you? I clearly remember... Yuling, you have a mole on your left chest!"