Her Acting Skills Are Really Bad

[Poor acting skills, scheming female ghost Ji Dao clung to the white umbrella and shyly threw herself into the young man's arms: "Mr. Lang, you won't betray me, will you?" The elegant and handsome young master looked at Yu Jing with deep and charming eyes, as if Yu Jing was much prettier than her: "Stop acting, be normal." Ji Dao: "..." Ji Dao, a girl who was sacrificed to the river god thousands of years ago, must eat the soul of the man who was deeply in love with her and betrayed her in order to survive. This time, Ji Dao thought that this cold and reserved young master was the same, but he didn't expect that she would actually fall in love with him? ! Marriage between neighboring countries Ji Dao collapsed on the ground and cried so hard: "Mr. Lang, go ahead. I am of low status and am not worthy of you. I don't blame you." Ji Dao felt happy: Look at my good acting skills, at this point in the plot I should have betrayed all my relatives! The young master looked at her condescendingly. After a long time, he leaned down and gently wiped the tears from her face: "You cry so fakely, who else can you deceive except me. Put away the tears. I have asked the emperor to withdraw from the credential." Ji Dao angrily slapped his hand away: "You're a sentimental bitch!!" When the country is broken Ji Dao waited for the young master to elope, but after waiting all night for a letter, she thought she had finally been betrayed and was so happy that she couldn't help herself. After opening it, it was indeed the master's handwriting: "Your acting skills are really bad, but this time it is indeed what you wanted." Only then did Ji Dao find out that he died in battle in front of the city gate. It's not that he doesn't love anymore, he just died. Ji Dao's tears flowed out of the corner of his mouth, "You might as well not love me anymore!" Later. Ji Dao returned to the city wall to collect his body. He stood in front of the city gate, dead without falling, holding a bronze sword in his hand and a white paper umbrella on his back, both stained with blood. Under the bronze sword, the sentence "my wife" was not finished. Ji Dao clenched her fists and broke into the Palace of Hell that she feared most: she didn't love him, she was just afraid that the duck in her mouth would fly away! * Shang Wen has always wanted to know whether the little liar who talks about horse racing loves him or not. Even before death. So he didn't want to go to Naihe Bridge or drink Meng Po soup. He waited year after year. Until a little liar came to pick him up covered with scars. "Have you ever loved me, Ji Dao?" "Love." This time she acted so well that Shang Wen couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake. [Instructions for consumption] 1. The heroine always likes people who love her firmly, so she has liked others in the hundred years since she met the hero. 2. The main text is not as easy as the copywriting, so you need to be careful when reading the text~ 3. Babies who feel that other readers need to protect their babies from lightning can comment. I will continue to add after seeing it~ Intention: It's never too late to understand love