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?"

white skin. "It doesn't belong to me, so

that myself was too

pinched the tip of her chin, taking in all the subtle changes

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 really loves me, so I wouldn't have to live

"Would you give him

bit her lips.

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

to be a good wife,

She would carefully keep her memory of Shi Cong and herself in her heart, and would not speak

all, I'm married to you. There's no ifs."

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 be loved and can

always been a puppet. Even if I have the heart and soul, I'm still a puppet. It doesn't change anything. Let nature take its

her voice full of self-mockery.

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 the mirror, which were destined not to belong

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

if a stream of heat had rushed into her eyes, forming a mist

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

matter if you break the rule. You should find a pure, noble, and elegant woman to

at her savagely, and his chest heaving 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 his anger turned into an odd sneer. "You

of tears in her eyes was like a flood that had opened a gate, pouring

and grace

mean Mo