"I don't want to marry this kind of person. No matter how good his appearance is, his monthly salary is not worth my expenses." As he said this, he walked across the long bridge casually, with his plain blue fan blocking the scorching sun and letting in the scattered sunlight...
"Well, it was my fault before. Don't worry, I brought enough dowry and I won't let you be poor!!" "Relax, I know you grew up well-fed and well-fed, but I can afford it, and it was me who made you suffer." As he spoke, he knelt down on one knee and helped her take off her crimson satin bead-embroidered shoes. She looked at her piously. Her eyelashes trembled, and the cluster of light in her pupils suddenly tightened.
The heartbeat skipped half a beat, and a trembling sound escaped in panic. After looking at it, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled widely.
Intention: She is the light he stole, illuminating the wounds that he dare not show others.