At that time, Ripple asked her why she wanted to get married. Since Feng Xie didn't love her and she didn't love Feng Xie, why did she want to achieve this marriage? She didn't answer at the time, because facing the innocent Ripple, she couldn't calmly reveal her darkness.

That side of her. Yes, she knew she shouldn't marry. What Feng Xie loves is the woman who is now hidden here. Feng Xie

She had gambled her life for her and given up her dreams, but just because of her words, they had to separate. Because she was too aware of Jian Yao's arrogance, and that woman who was ice-snow, smart, and as beautiful as plum would never be able to live with anyone else.

She is serving a husband. But she must marry, and it can only be Feng Xie. It is precisely because he does not love her, and precisely because he loves her.

Jian Yao's infatuation. Ye Jiang's two hands were tightly twisted together. She did not want to be at the mercy of others about the fate ahead. Unmarried women in Beili could only be sent to Yanbei, and then loneliness and loneliness would always be with them.

Until the moment they die. Ye Jiang doesn't want to live such a life. She also has ideals and ambitions, and she also has people she wants to see again.

People. Yes, the person she wants to see is in the distant and warm Dongyin. She feels sorry for his lonely back, but she has to fulfill her promise. But deep down in her heart, she hates him because he doesn't love her.

Perhaps it was precisely because he understood this that Ye Jiang was so decisive in his betrayal. In the end, women are the cruelest ones after all.

Ye Jiang's hand was holding the window lattice, the moon was shining in the sky, the cold winter in the north was getting closer and closer, it was time to snow, she thought, so she stretched her palm out of the window, as if she was missing the pieces of crystal falling on her palm.

Feeling. I want to see him! I want to see him! Ye Jiang shouted over and over again in her heart. Only by staying by Feng Xie's side, only by assisting him, could she see him on the battlefield, even through the smoke, even if

across

The remains of thousands of soldiers, she also wants to see him again, the person she loves and hates! Time may stay in beautiful memories, but that requires a beautiful mood, but Ye Jiang does not, in her memory,

That person's plump eyebrows and the smile blooming in his eyes are just for that one person. And for himself, he will always be the one being replaced. Only when he is drunk can he faintly feel his warmth.

Thinking of this, Ye Jiang's eyes became wet, he clenched his fists and bit his lower lip tightly. But at this moment, a sound of piano drifted over from the pine forest, faintly, like the traces of time, scratching

Cross the lake.

Ye Jiang quickly walked to the drying platform, leaned forward and tried to search in the night, but saw the familiar figure of Jian Yao under the pine trees on the other side. She was wearing a fiery red silk skirt in the cold night wind, quietly

Sitting by the piano table. The red color on her body was so dazzling that it seemed to burn. Ye Jiang lowered his head and looked at his red wedding dress. Then he looked at

Jian Yao, Jian Yao's red dress was red and lonely, like blood, like the color of life scars. Ye Jiang seemed to see her golden eyes locking him firmly, and paired with her delicate but emotionless face, it made her

A deep chill ran down her spine. She fled into the bedroom, closed the doors and windows, and sat on the edge of the bed, panting slightly.

And here Jian Yao's fingers gently moved the strings, staring blankly at the palace with laughter and lights in the distance, wondering if his graceful shadow in red clothes and tender eyebrows could become the most beautiful and beautiful person in that person's dream.
Chapter completed!