Yue Chen hated Ji Zhi.
I hate her for pretending, I hate her smile, I hate her for touching my heart.
I hate that these seven years of driving a deer and cart together, playing like a harp and a harp, were just a pastime for noble ladies when they were bored.
A letter exposed the mask, and Yue Chen walked away angrily.
Ji Zhi: It's good that the identity is fake, but I didn't say that the love is fake.
Get married tomorrow.
The crazy, paranoid, possessive and strong apprentice female protagonist × the hard-tongued, soft-hearted, arrogant, iceberg male master and general
Ji Zhi: I want it, and I will definitely get it.
Intention: Take it if you want it