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?"

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

felt that myself was too desolate, too

in all the subtle

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 such a miserable life."

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

bit her

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

would try to be a good wife,

herself in her heart, and would not speak to others, so as not to

I'm

face. "A woman without a heart does not deserve to be loved

have the heart and soul, I'm still a puppet. It doesn't

She shrugged, her voice full of self-mockery.

puppet, so she didn’t want to do meaningless fantasy, and didn’t want to waste time and energy to fight for the emotions

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

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

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

have ever divorced, it doesn't matter 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

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

He compressed his lips, saying 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 mean I should divorce you

She shook violently, looking up almost unconsciously. The flood of tears in her eyes was like a flood that had opened a gate, pouring

relate purity, nobility and grace to

"I don't mean Mo Mengshan!"