Love in full bloom

His every word was like a bullet from a machine gun, hitting her aching nerves and shattering her fragile pride.

His disgusted eyes saw her from head to foot, as if criticizing a defective product full of defects.

Almost subconsciously, she turned back to him, not wanting to be hurt by his eyes again.

She was not worthy to be his bride, nor to wear white wedding dress.

She wouldn't be delusional.

She was self-aware.

"If you have nothing to do, go back. This is the brig, so it's not good to be seen coming by the elders."

He threw his drawing paper on the table. "A designer who doesn't look forward to a wedding is not going to make a good ring."

It was like five strikes, making her vomit blood for three liters with deep internal wounds. "If I were to look forward to a wedding, wouldn't I want to divorce you and find a man who wouldn't mind me and would take me to church to be married?" She was a little angry as well as a little annoyed, her voice sounding shrill.

His thick, beautiful brows wrinkling, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her over, forcing her to face him. "You heartless, soulless bride, do you feel like going to church to be married?"

You gave your heart and soul to another man, leaving only a dirty shell for your husband. A woman like you was ruining the wedding!

Her heart was torn violently. "You have left me a shell, either, just like me."

He scoffed with great irony and contempt. "Does my body belong to you?"

lashes casting a bleak shadow over her white skin. "It doesn't belong to me, so I don't even

that myself was too desolate, too

taking in all the subtle changes in her expression.

a melancholy look. "I feel sorry for myself. If I hadn't married you, maybe one day in the future, I would have

her against the corner. "Would you give him your heart

her lips.

Cong. She

wife, and would give him anything but

and herself in her heart, and would not speak to others, so as not to

After all, I'm married

sounded like an evasive, a perfunctory, so there was a deep, sneering smile on his face. "A woman without a heart does not deserve to

and soul, I'm still a puppet. It doesn't change anything. Let

voice

fight for the emotions beyond

eyes, and his critical eye shot like an arrow from the fire and struck hard at her Achilles' heel. "Hell is

It was as if a stream of heat had rushed into her

them from gushing out like tears, in order to keep him from seeing

doesn't matter if you break the rule. You should find a pure, noble, and elegant woman to be your wife, finding a woman you love, to love her, and living happily ever after."

so violently that his breathing became rapid and heavy, he gasping like an

nothing, as if trying to suppress a feeling that was about to go out of control. After a long time

her eyes was like a flood that had opened a gate, pouring out and

relate purity, nobility and grace to

don't mean