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 have an

that myself was too desolate,

the subtle changes in her

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

He shoved her against the corner. "Would you give him your heart and forget

She bit her lips.

Her answer was no, because she would never forget Shi Cong. She could never fall in love with anyone else except

to be a good wife, and would

herself in her heart, and

I'm married to

deep, sneering smile on his face. "A woman without a heart does not deserve to be loved and can only be a puppet."

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

her voice full of

has 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

fire and struck hard at her Achilles'

stream of heat had rushed into her eyes,

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

have ever divorced, it doesn't matter if you break the rule. You should find a

staring at her savagely, and his chest heaving so violently that his breathing became rapid

about to go out of control. After a long time his anger turned

unconsciously. The flood of tears in her eyes was like a flood

relate purity, nobility and grace to

mean Mo