"You're not my husband?"

Duan Xiangning looked into Li Nan's eyes, and the color faded with his words.

instead, it's blank.

"You, why aren't you my husband?

In my impression, you should have been my husband.

If you weren't my husband, who would be my husband?

Can you tell me who my husband is?

Who on earth is my husband? Who is

?

Duan Xiang muttered, loosened his left hand, which held Li Nan's neck, staggered back two steps, and stood firm and looked at him.

For a minute, I didn't say a word.

So he looked at him blinkingly.

Li Nan moved his mouth and raised his hand just...