Author: Xiao Longyue

Nan Zishu was resting in the room and had a dream.

She dreamed that she was wearing a white wedding dress, walking into a bright and holy auditorium, and saw Ling Bei wearing a black tuxedo, standing on the stage, looking back at her.

Then he smiled and slowly stretched out a hand towards her, inviting her to come to him.

Nan Zishu didn't even think about it, she just lifted up her skirt and ran towards him.

Just when he was about to touch Ling Bei's finger, Nan Zishu suddenly turned around and saw Liu Ying sitting on the bench in the first row, shaking his head at her: "Shu Shu, you can't marry him.

"He may not love you."

"No." Nan Zishu denied it subconsciously and eagerly: "He must love me and he will take good care of me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't know why, but she subconsciously thought of the document bag.

Nan Zishu lost his confidence in an instant.

She pursed her lips and could only cautiously add: "Even if he doesn't love me that much now, even if he treats me as someone's substitute, as time goes by, he will really need me."

Nan Zishu's voice trembled slightly, and she looked at Ling Bei in front of her with some humility and anxiety: "Ling Bei, I love you.

"You said that you love me too and you will give me a family, right?"

Nan Zishu carefully stretched out her hand, but Ling Bei suddenly retracted it when her hand was about to touch his own.

"But I just treat you as a substitute."

Ling Bei on the stage looked down at Nan Zishu, the corners of his mouth curved into a contemptuous arc.

The coldness in his eyes was something Nan Zishu had never seen before.

Ling Bei clapped his hands first in disgust, and his tone was unprecedentedly sarcastic: "You actually know that I have someone I love.

"And you, Nan Zishu, are just a shadow beside me instead of her."

"Why?" Nan Zishu's eyes instantly turned red, and he raised his head and looked at Ling Bei in disbelief.

"No reason." Ling Bei's slightly raised lips still had a sarcastic smile: "It depends on whether you, Nan Zishu, deserve it."

He bent down, and the face that had always been handsome and angular suddenly enlarged in front of Nan Zishu's eyes, but his eyes made Nan Zishu feel extremely strange.

It's like she's never known this person before.

The fear brought about by this strangeness made Nan Zishu want to run away immediately, but Ling Bei did not give her this chance, and directly stretched out his hand to clasp the chin of the girl in front of him without mercy.

That hand with clear joints was cold and hard that I had never felt before, and it was completely different from the gentle touch that brought a sense of security in the past.

"Nan Zishu, you should think about your identity."

Ling Bei forced Nan Zishu to look squarely at his glazed eyes, which were full of ridicule at this time: "You are a market girl who has no life experience and no appearance, how can you get my favor?

"It's just because I look a little bit like 'her'."

Nan Zishu's whole body seemed to have been nailed to the spot, and she couldn't even move her feet. But even so, she still asked with a slight hope: "So, who is 'she'?"

"'She'?" The sarcastic smile on Ling Bei's lips grew stronger: "You don't deserve to know."

After saying that, Ling Bei immediately released the restraint on his hands.

He straightened up, returned to the condescending posture at the beginning, then adjusted his sleeves gracefully, and was about to turn around and leave.
Chapter completed!