Two hours ago, Nan Jiang was ready to jump off the building and die for his country.
The view from the city tower was very good, and she immediately saw Zhong Changshu mixed in with the wedding team.
Zhong Changshu raised his eyes and looked at her as if he was aware of it.
He looked at him with many eyes.
At first, she was as slightly fearful and indifferent as most people who knew her.
Then came disgust.
It is regret, pity, pity... And even love.
But now...
You see, he has returned to the cold look he had when we first met him, as if everything that happened before was an illusion.
For some reason, Nan Jiang suddenly wanted to laugh.
Then she really started laughing loudly, so much that even her future husband, who was always known for his reputation as a wealthy man, looked confused and asked Nan Jiang: "What are you laughing at?"
Nan Jiang replied: "I laugh at your wishful thinking. The last bloodline of the Nan family will never fall into your hands."
After saying this, she jumped down from the tower.
Later, as Nan Jiang expected, she became famous throughout the world.
Even this decadent dynasty was looked down upon by future generations.
And Zhong Changshu...
The powerful official in the troubled times who once turned his hands to make clouds and rain turned gray overnight and died on the day of worshiping the prime minister.
On the same day, there was an emperor from the divine race who returned from the tribulation in the heaven; and Nan Jiang was just one of all living beings, which was the most understatement in his long life.
At first, everyone thought so.
Until, the woman named Nan Jiang came back.
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Zhong Changshu has never hated a woman so much.
She deliberately tried to break into his field of vision and seduced him with false intentions. When she realized that he was of no use, she kicked him away and wanted to marry someone else as her wife.
He thought that he hated her.
He hated her for being vain and selfish, he hated her for being unkind, and he even hated her for completely disappearing in front of him with such a decisive attitude.
Hatred and unwillingness turned into deep-seated obsession, and he was unable to survive this love disaster. He wanted to resurrect her at any cost, even if he had to become an angel and become a demon.
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He sat on the cold throne stained red by immortal blood, and did not close his eyes for seven days and seven nights.
He thought that in his new life, Nan Jiang would cling to him and please him by any means as before, but she always regarded him as if she was nothing, unwilling to give him even a spare look.
Late at night, he sneaked into her room with the wind, his cold fingertips brushed against her lips, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Aren't you the best at pretending to be affectionate? Why don't you continue to lie?"
Concept: Love should be equal
