"Didn't you say you hate me? Why did my casual words make you pity for reuniting the mirror? You should slap me in the face and make me look ugly, instead of waving my tail and begging for mercy like a clown."

Ye Ayin's voice seemed to be lingering in the cold wind. Lin Luowei was shaking all over, and the severe pain extended from his heart to his throat. He suddenly felt breathless.

How much he hated this cold-blooded demon, but looking at Ye Yanine in front of him at this moment, the white gauze is as snowy as snow, elegant and charming, and it is no longer the Ji Qingrui he used to be.

She hated that identity so much, perhaps being with him would remind her of the past and those unsightly memories at all times.

OK, if Liao Jinpei loves her...

It's good too...

Although Lin Luowei could not control the strong jealousy and resentment in his heart, he continued to convince himself that Ye Yanyin and Liao Jinpei were together because he could give her what she wanted.

A dazzling title, a brilliant future, a happy marriage, a sweet love...

When she was in the Liao family, they must behave intimately, with shy eyes, passionate kisses...

Lin Luowei didn't dare to think about it. His chest seemed to be filled with scorching air, and it was almost bursting.

The gorgeous crystal chandeliers sprinkle a faint stream of light, and the shadows of Lin Luowei and Ye Yiyan entangled on the ground.

Ye Yiyan took a few steps back with satisfaction, and the shadows under her feet separated, leaving only Lin Luowei's slender shadow shaking there, thin and desolate.

"Let me tell you another secret," Ye Ayon became even more violent, and his beautiful face showed a faint smile, "Liao Jinpei doesn't love me either."

Lin Luowei felt his chest rolling. He staggered and took a few steps back, unable to control his coughing of blood, and his throat was filled with a fishy and sweet smell.

Lin Luowei's palms were covered with blood. His expression was distorted in pain, but he stared at Ye Yiyin in shock, his voice hoarse: "You are marrying him just to take revenge on me?"

Ye Yiyin looked at the bloody red cherry-like corners of Lin Luowei's mouth, and her eyebrows frowned slightly, but her words were still not very nice: "What do you do? Do you think I will be moved if you spit a few mouthfuls of blood? You are not making a movie. You will never want to win sympathy for such a vulgar or vulgar as a terminal illness."

Of course, Lin Luowei was not suffering from a terminal illness, but he was really tired these days. He was afraid that Ye Ayen would change his mind during the day and would stay up late to work at night, just to make Ye Ayen live a good life after marriage. He bought the most expensive diamond ring for her, and chose the most luxurious villa and the most expensive sports car for her. He just wanted to tell her that marrying him would be happy...

However, all this was destroyed by her.

Lin Luowei's face turned pale as paper, as if he had not recovered from a serious illness.

The blood on the corners of the mouth was shocking.

He could not imagine that he tried everything to give Ye Ayen happiness, but she gave her happiness to another man who did not love each other at all.

No matter what Liao Jinpei's purpose was, he really easily got Ye Yanine, who was her legal husband.

But he took out his heart to give it to her, but all he got was a scar.

Apart from being completely disappointed, what else can describe his mood?

Ye Ayin covered her nose and showed a disgusting expression: "There is a hospital nearby. Go out and have a good look. What if it is infected?"

"I know, you wish I could die. Ye Ayane, I won't do what you want!"

Lin Luowei's eyes were very cold, and there was no longer any love in his deep eyes.
Chapter completed!