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?"

She looked down, her long, thick lashes casting a bleak shadow over her white skin. "It doesn't belong to me,

myself was too

pinched the tip of her chin, taking in all the subtle changes in her expression. "Dear little hedgehog,

married you, maybe one day in the future, I would have met a man who

"Would you give him your heart and forget about

bit her lips.

Shi Cong. She could never fall in love with anyone else except Shi

try to be a good wife, and would give him anything but

would carefully keep her memory of Shi Cong and herself in her heart, and would not speak to others, so as not to let it affect their relationship.

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

What she said sounded like an evasive, a perfunctory, so there was a deep, sneering smile on his face. "A

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

her voice full of self-mockery.

and energy to fight for the emotions beyond her power. Those were like the moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, which were

was fire in his cold eyes, and his critical eye shot like an arrow from the fire and struck hard at her

heat had rushed into

out like tears, in order to keep him

for a little dignity. Although none of your elders have ever divorced, it doesn't matter if you break the rule. You should find a pure, noble, and elegant

heaving so violently that his breathing became rapid and heavy, he

as if trying to suppress a feeling that was about to go out of control. After a long time his anger turned into an odd sneer. "You mean I

The flood of tears in her eyes was like a flood that had opened a gate, pouring out and soaking her face.

She couldn't relate purity, nobility and grace to

mean