Two Way Love

On the wedding night, Leng Ci looked at the indifferent figure and gradually retracted his hand on the doorknob. Being able to get married is already the best outcome. How could I ask for more? From dusk to dawn, Lin Qingxian's heart grew colder. He thought: So he hates himself so much. Finally, on a snowy day in the third year after her marriage, Lin Qingxian held the knife in her hand and slashed without leaving any room. "Leng Ci, I will give you freedom. I have taken up three years of your time. I hope you don't hate me."