"Actually, I have always regretted it." The woman looked at him calmly. Even if she fell to the ground, her pride was still as strong as the cold plum blossoms on a winter night.
He suddenly felt funny, "Yaoyao, that's not how you ask for mercy."
Under the shadow, Xie Bian didn't say much, even if for a moment he really wanted to kill her. Fan Wujiu's eyes were full of madness when he was exposed, but he didn't want to make it so bad.
She is not his old lover, she is his fiancée, the lover he will hold hands with until the end of his life. Even if you have been betrayed and abandoned, even if the yin and yang are separated.
He is unwilling...
Back then, Yaoniang was a court lady, with countless subordinates, and was held in a high position by her supporters. If she was called the goddess of the Nine Heavens, she was no more than mediocre, so what if she was picked up by others?
A perfectly caged bird or a high-walled bird trying to escape with its branches?
Taoyao knew that one day she would meet the person she was waiting for, and she would just live in the flower house temporarily.
A man's likes and dislikes are not important, others will cling to him. Gold, silver and jewelry are not important, just paying for his accommodation. Even his skills and enchanting appearance are not important. She just waits for someone.
So how can we not make him happy, how can we not make people feel unique.
Xie Bian was the one she was waiting for from the beginning, so why didn't he understand? Naturally, we fell in love at first sight and were committed to each other for life. He said he would come and marry her, and they would grow old together while playing the harp and the harp.
It is indeed a beautiful promise.
He has always been a gentleman, but unfortunately no one keeps his promise.
"This lantern is suitable for you." He held the rabbit-shaped palace lantern at the lantern party, lowered his head and joked with the woman, his eyes showing tenderness.
Tao Yao wanted to retort to him, but her face was red and her mouth was red, but she couldn't hold back a word, so he looked at her. Every inch of willow leaves fell on the sparkling river, causing ripples. There would also be catkins stopping at the ends of thick black hair, entwined with peach hairpins made of colored glaze.
The beauty of spring is as far as the eye can see, and she is also the beauty of spring.
But things often go wrong.
In the end, whoever stands in the red Manzhushahuahua still can't wait for her to come. When does love arise, and when does hatred arise?
[Xie Lang, goodbye.
The thin letter paper and silk handwriting leave only a short line. After just saying goodbye, he came back again, with a red color at the end of his eyes, his thin and straight body finally twisted, and the sincerity he once held out was still broken.
The world is dirty and despicable, but a gentleman cannot survive.
"Yaoyao, don't be afraid, just come to hell to accompany me."
Intention: Reunion under fate