"Remember, I swear that I will not be a concubine!" Liu Yiren said calmly to the man in red makeup with a smile. The red candle was fragrant, but in this time and space, there would be a scene where the lover got married and the bride was not her. How ridiculous, how pitiful and pitiful.
"Then get out, I don't need to raise a loser." The handsome groom said expressionlessly. He didn't need to care about a worthless woman, an arrogant woman who didn't know what it meant to be a man above a woman. He didn't care at all.
"Don't regret it. Don't regret it in this life!" Her smile never disappeared from her eyes, as if this was such a pleasant fact.
"Who am I? I never regret my actions!" His eagle-like eyes penetrated Liu Yiren's heart coldly.
"I'm warning you, your lover has no heart. How pitiful you are. Just wish yourself well. I sympathize with you!" He laughed and left, looking back at the shy woman with a red handkerchief covering her face. She was not the abandoned one, she just didn't bother to be his pet.
"Liu Yiren, we will never meet again in this life." The man's cold and biting words hit her. She smiled lightly and drifted away. After thousands of years, she has no regrets, because she has been here, been there, loved and lost. . . . . .