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?"

over her white skin. "It doesn't belong to me, so I don't even have an empty shell of you."

felt that myself was too desolate,

the subtle changes in her expression. "Dear little hedgehog, are you

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

He shoved her against the corner. "Would you give him

bit her lips.

She

try to be a good wife, and would

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

saying it. After all, I'm married

What she said sounded like an evasive, a perfunctory, so there was a deep, sneering smile on his face. "A woman without a heart

"I've always been a puppet. Even if I have the heart and soul, I'm still a puppet. It doesn't change anything.

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

shot like an arrow from the fire and

into her eyes, forming

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

rule. You should find a pure, noble, and elegant woman to be your wife, finding a woman you love, to love her,

so violently that his breathing

After a long time his anger turned into an odd sneer. "You mean I should divorce

She shook violently, looking up almost unconsciously. The flood of tears in her eyes was like a flood that had opened a gate, pouring out and soaking

couldn't relate purity, nobility and

don't mean