Wilted Jade

The full text is under revision. Next book "Never Marry Again" /Persistent sobriety little weed x self-inflicted black-hearted young master/Crematorium, sc Copywriting of this article: When Li Qiang met Shengyu again as an adult, she was wallowing in the mire. The sun was scorching and she was covered in mud. When she looked up from the dirt, her face was as white as flawless jade and still so bright. He took Shengyu back to settle him, and the person who had been his heartbeat when he was ignorant has now become his guest in the cage, the swallow on the porch, and the plaything in his palm. Li Qiang was very proud. He had never been so proud even when he repelled 100,000 enemy troops. - Shengyu was born as a noble lady of the Fu family. Only the bright stars could enter her eyes, and the bright clouds could not be used as her skirt. Once her family was destroyed, she was stripped of her surname and became a lonely ghost in the world. There was no bright moon above her head and only sour porridge in her bowl. But she saw Li Qiang. The young general came from her carefree youth. Now he had a handsome appearance and pampering eyes, and he could easily speak passionately about love. She couldn't help but like him, regardless of the fact that she was empty-handed and dressed in rags. Sheng Yu tried her best to respond to his love, burning her rags as fire and shedding tears as pearls. Until Li Qiang finally admitted that to him, she was nothing more than a house, a rare ornament, and a piece of fine linen silk cloth that was comfortable and useful. Everyone feels that Shengyu should accept his fate. She admitted it, but not entirely. Life is given by God, but her heart is her own. She is indeed living a boring, wilted and cowardly life, but what is in her heart can be taken back if given, and no one can break it. Moreover, weeds have the benefits of weeds. There is no need to live anywhere, so why do you have to have green tiles and golden walls? She said, the world is vast and there are many places to go. My dear, we don't need to meet each other again. - Demining! ! ###There is a plot of rape and robbery, please proceed with caution! ▼The copy of advance collection 1 "Scattered Flowers Full of Clothes" is as follows↓~ When Si Mushan was young, he rescued Xie's orphan and became a clingy baby. All the Xie family members were romantic and reclusive, but the only one left behind, Xie Fang, suffered from "dementia" and could not speak until he was five or six years old by Si Mushan's side. Others pointed at the tiny Xie Xiang and laughed or sighed. Young Si Mushan glanced at it coldly, picked up the milk bag and hid it tightly in his arms without letting anyone see it. When she was a child, Xie Xiang loved to stick to Si Mushan, and Si Mushan doted on her. But gradually, this brother who wished he could hold her in his arms for twelve hours as a child began to be distant and cold towards her. When he grew up, Si Mushan went out to fight, and Xie Fang became a famous painter in the capital. Xu is a painting genius. When Xie Xiang paints, he will occasionally uncontrollably paint the strongest scene in the mind of the person he touches. Xie Xiang carefully hid this secret. One day, Si Mushan suddenly returned home. Xie Xiang secretly glanced at him, carefully saluted properly, and was slightly supported by Si Mushan's extended hand. Si Mushan looked down at her from top to bottom, his expression was cold and silent, his eyes were deep and dark. Xie Xiang still couldn't help feeling aggrieved and let go. As a result, Xie Xiang was painting by the window that night as usual. Her pen was out of control again, and she actually drew a picture of Si Mushan pressing her down in the corridor and kissing her. Xie Xiang was stunned looking at this painting and fell into deep thought. - Intention: Struggling to grow in difficult situations