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?"

shadow over her white skin. "It

was too desolate, too miserable!

chin, taking in all the subtle

face seemed to take on a melancholy look. "I feel sorry for myself. If I hadn't married you, maybe one day in the future,

give him your heart and forget about the dead man?"

bit her

Shi Cong. She could

be a good wife, and would give him anything but her heart.

memory of Shi Cong and herself in her heart, and would not speak to others, so as not to let it

"I'm just saying it. After all, I'm married to you.

face. "A woman without a heart does not deserve to be loved and can only be

and soul, I'm still a

voice

been used to being a puppet, so she didn’t want to do meaningless fantasy, and didn’t want to waste time and energy to fight for the emotions beyond her power. Those were like the moon in the water, the flowers in

eye shot like an arrow from the fire and struck hard

if a stream of heat had rushed into

closed her eyes, trying to keep them from gushing out like tears, in order to

it doesn't matter if you break the rule. You should find a

his chest heaving so violently that his breathing

After a long time his anger turned into an odd

violently, looking up almost unconsciously. The flood of tears in her eyes was like a flood that

and grace to Mo Mengshan.

don't mean Mo Mengshan!"