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?"

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

myself was too desolate, too

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

day in the future, I

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

her

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

But she would try to be a good wife, and

and would not speak to others, so as

saying it. After all, I'm married to you. There's no

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

the heart and soul, I'm still a

She shrugged, her voice

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.

the fire and

into her eyes, forming a mist that obscured her eyes.

gushing out like tears,

the rule. You should find a pure, noble, and elegant woman

and his chest heaving so violently that his breathing became rapid and heavy, he gasping like an enraged

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

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

She couldn't relate purity, nobility and grace to

mean Mo