Jiang Xiyue never imagined that one day she would marry a man in someone else’s place, especially one she didn’t love.
He had his own motives, and she had her own plans.
The wheels of fate forced two people who should never have crossed paths together.
Even after their feelings gradually grew, he never once said, “I love you.” But his actions proved he had carved those three words into his very bones.
The words that moved Jiang Xiyue most were these: “I don’t care whether men in Parili can have three wives and four concubines. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll only ever have one wife, and her name is Jiang Xiyue.”
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