[New article from the archives, sour style, welcome to collect]
When Ruan Qinghu said he loved her, Yao Lingwei was lowering his head and touched the He Li Shu in his sleeve with his fingers.
She thought: At this time, he seems to be a considerate husband.
Unfortunately, she no longer needs it.
Back then, she, Fengguan Xiapei, was waiting at the new house, but he was at the ferry fifty miles away, being pushed to the ground by the servants who chased him.
Now, when he said he loved her, she had He Lishu in her sleeve and had already asked her parents-in-law for permission.
Yao Lingwei thought that this was probably retribution.
I just don't know who will be punished.
When the carriage sent by her uncle to pick them up arrived, Ruan Qinghu realized that she had been carrying Zhang and Li Shu for three days.
He chased out.
The man who had been sick for a month staggered when he ran, but the people in the carriage never put their heads out to take a look.
He fell into the mud, looked at the carriage going away, and cried bitterly.
He thought that that was what he should pursue for the rest of his life.
Intention: Love is willing surrender
I Am Xu Guo