Nie Xi'er understood that the life she thought was perfect was just a cunning deception intertwined with vile lies.
Xu Ningning's words were like ringing a bell late at night: The only thing you did wrong was to like him.
If she hadn't been born into the Nie family, she could have held Zhou Yi's hand openly and openly on a sunny day. If she had not been born into the Nie family, she would have been able to pursue the love she wanted unscrupulously. Instead of hiding under the shell of a materialistic marriage all your life, being a woman who cultivates her hair.
Her life was like a framed painting that had no time to be framed. The chaos was so shocking that Feng Qingyun had no choice but to grind it carefully in his hands and play with it.
That marriage was so luxurious that it was unimaginable, yet so hasty that it made her feel like a nightmare, sowing the seeds of Nie Xier's resentment.
Until she met Feng Jiaxue, she seemed to once again see herself who was ignorant of the world.
The God of Destiny always favored her especially, but this time he had no mercy on her.
When Nie Xi'er looked at the verdant ivy growing crazily on the wall opposite to the chirping of cicadas, she thought of many people in the past.
I couldn't help but think of my parents, my beloved boys Zhou Yi, Xu Ningning, Feng Jiaxue, Uncle Feng, Zhao Yu, Li Mei,... And even Feng Qingyun.
Never waste yourself in vain, after all, you have loved once.
After all, his love has also left traces in this glitzy and prosperous age.
Intention: Peel off this layer of diamond-encrusted wedding dress and platinum ring, and she is still herself.