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,

was too

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

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,

give him

bit her lips.

Cong. She could never fall in love with anyone else

be a good wife, and would give him anything but

and would not speak to others,

it. After all, I'm

so there was a 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

voice full of self-mockery.

to fight for the emotions beyond her power. Those were like the moon in

his critical eye shot like an arrow from the fire and struck hard at her Achilles'

of heat had rushed into her eyes, forming a mist that obscured

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

if you break the rule. You should find a pure, noble, and elegant woman to be your wife, finding a woman you love, to love her, and living happily ever after." Her voice sounded low, as if crushed

staring at her savagely, and his chest heaving so violently that his breathing became rapid and heavy, he gasping like

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

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 her face.

She couldn't relate purity, nobility and grace to Mo

mean Mo