When Lin Yu was fifteen years old, she was rescued from Fengyue by Huan Lingyuan, the son of Huan's eldest son. She was married to him for four years and loved him endlessly, so she thought she had a deep affection for him.
Perhaps she was dazzled by the lights of the Lantern Festival. When they were deeply in love on the couch, she boldly bit the end of his hair and muttered drunkenly: "Yu'er heard a poem and tied her hair with one heart, and she liked it very much."
"There are no rules." He pinched her chin and spoke condescendingly, "You have to remember your identity."
A basin of cold water was poured on Duotou, and Eyu suddenly woke up.
She is just a thing that is not even a concubine. It is ridiculous to expect that they will be of the same mind.
After that night, he treated her much colder, and she consciously learned to behave and abide by her duties.
His marriage was finalized, and she swallowed her bitterness and made preparations to serve her second master.
Until she saw the beautiful couple in front of a pool of lanterns.
The girl tied their hair together and smiled innocently and brightly. He smiled lovingly and let her do whatever she wanted.
"If you think she's an eyesore, I'll just ask someone to deal with it."
In a few words, Eyu's fate was decided. With his ruthless methods, she knew exactly how he would deal with her.
Eyu is most afraid of the cold, but she decided to jump into the cold river in winter. My heart is so cold, why do I care about the cold water?
In Huan Lingyuan's heart, there has always been a clear line between who should be in what position, and no one is allowed to make exceptions.
However, Eyu thought she was an exception, relying on pampering to become spoiled and not knowing how to advance or retreat.
He suppressed her temper and taught her to sleep well.
She was trained to be gentle and obedient, like a flower vine that would always nestle in his palm.
He never thought she would leave him.
When her body was carried ashore, he never believed it. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and smiled coldly and madly: "This can't be her. Dig three feet into the ground to find her."
Two years later in the spring, Huan Lingyuan traveled south to seek medical treatment for his increasingly severe mania.
Passing by a rouge shop, I heard crisp laughter.
The woman's hairpin on her temples is bright and gorgeous, and she is smiling with the man next to her.
The person occupying his hallucinatory dream cast a flat gaze: "Sir, it's closed."
It's like looking at a stranger.
That night, Huan Lingyuan knocked on her door, threw her fiancé's right hand on the ground, and met her cold and disgusted eyes. His face was as pale as an evil Shura ghost: "If Yu'er wants a fiancé, of course it can only be me."
The copy will be left on 2026.7.3
Purpose: Cherish the beauty in front of you
