Pei Xihe's face was solemn.

The face in the bronze mirror is still soft and delicate.

But the person outside the mirror suddenly became fierce.

No one can see her appearance here now, and she can be herself unscrupulously, which makes her very comfortable.

Although her face is sharp, she is still as gorgeous and proud as Wei Zi.

With the arrogance that Mu Yuexi was born with, and with the determination and coldness of Pei Xihe.

For example, the person inside the mirror is Mu Yuexi, and the person outside the mirror is Pei Xihe.

"I said, because he is a bitch."

The person in the mirror seems to be crying.

"I don't know what's wrong or why. We obviously have three months left to divorce. We can get married in three months."

Pei Xihe had a cold face and a bit of a sneer.

"If we get married, won't you be sick to death?"

"Speak less, speak less about him."

The person in the mirror was speechless.

Yes, she really does, it's disgusting.

Her father was a great general, but she was the only daughter, all because of her biological mother who died young.

The couple had a deep love, and her father Mu Chong didn't want to marry again, so he lived by her side, keeping everything clean inside and outside the house.

From what she heard and saw, it was this kind of love that she yearned for.

Obviously, it was obvious that Li Shaoyan had told her before that she was the only one in this life.

Why.

Eight months ago, Li Shaoyan had an accident while going out and disappeared mysteriously.

She was so heartbroken that she cried and begged her father to send private soldiers to look for him again and again.

I go to the temple to pray for him every day and month, and I still pray for him not to eat meat or fish.

Now he came back three days ago, but he brought with him a pretty girl with a big belly.

Haha, how funny.

She prayed day and night for his life and death, and her whole body was now exhausted.

In the past, she looked natural without makeup, but now she relies on cardamom as a decoration to look less haggard.

He is a soft-smelling soft jade, and the beauty is by his side. The delicate woman is named Song Yurou, and she is already five months pregnant.

Li Shaoyan said that he fell to the bottom of the cliff that day and almost died, but lost his memory and was rescued by Song Yurou.

So, how can she blame him?

He is a manly man who does things for others, so he has to shoulder his own responsibilities and bring Song Yurou back.

I want to take her as a good concubine and give the child in my belly an explanation.

Mu Yuexi still remembers what Li Shaoyan said that day.

"Rou'er was something I didn't expect, but Yue Xi, you have to believe me, my heart for you has never changed."

She is entangled in love that is difficult to cut off.

Her father told her that if she didn't want to get married, even if she had to bear the heavy pressure from the first assistant, he would still be unable to bear the pain.

But if love can be given up so easily, how can there be so much sadness among the infatuated men and women in this world.

Pei Xihe said to the mirror.

"He despises you. You are the daughter of a dignified general, even a prince. You are full of tenderness for him, but he comes back with a pregnant woman."

"You say you have lost your memory, so what?"

"So you have to wrong yourself and tolerate him marrying a good concubine on your wedding day?"

"You have to put aside your pride and compromise because of him."

"Is it worth it?"

Mu Yuexi in the mirror cried so hard that the pear blossoms were filled with rain.

"I, I don't know."

"I still love him dearly, but I also know that if this is really the case, my father's face will be completely lost because of me."

"I also hate him and that girl."

"When I hate me when I miss him day and night, when I was worried about him, he was sleeping with other girls and went to Wushan."

Pei Xihe laughed outside the mirror.

"You are in a dilemma, but he is forcing you to be trapped here. Did he pity you?"

The people in the mirror cried abruptly.

Pei Xihe was unable to distinguish whether she was Mu Yuexi or his other side.

Like these two people are different individuals, they seem to be the same existence.

It seems that she is mocking her weakness.

She is gradually blurring and forgotten what she is in the illusion.

As Muyuexi's consciousness, she was dominated her.

These emotions seemed to be drowned.

Love, love, nostalgia, unwillingness, resentment, struggle.

Pei Xihe realized this.

Why is she pulling herself?

She smashed the mirror platform in front of her.

Blood color leaked from the wound of the finger cut.

The injured wound brings tingling.

Pei Xihe pressed the consciousness at this moment.

Sink down.

The bottom of her eyes seemed to have a faint black butterfly dancing, and she was annihilated by the white mist.

Stand up.

The girl for a moment is cold.

Surprisingly, sinking into this illusion.

She also said how simple the illusion of this time.

She must always be able to strengthen herself Pei Xihe, instead of being assimilated by Mu Yuexi, and involved in her infinite sea of ​​love.

Once she was rolled in, she would really be injured by love!

Since she wants to get her into this sea of ​​love and sadness.

Then Pei Xihe went to cut the source of this love.

Mu Yuexi, you can't make a choice, then I will do it!

The door is pushed away.

Yingwu's middle -aged man's eyes were a little bit evil, but he softened his daughter.

"Xier, why are you, your hand!"

It was her biological father Mu Chong.

His tone is anxious.

How could the girl in Binghu be worried that she was worried about her girl, and naturally went to the general.

Seeing that her girl's hand was left with blood, she was so anxious to cry, and quickly found a clean Pak to wrap it.

Then go to find golden sore medicine quickly.

Pei Xihe raised his face and smiled at Mu Chong.

"Daddy, I think clearly, let's take the token of engagement, go to Li Chiaofu's house and go to a game."

Mu Chong was a little surprised.

"Xier, do you want to understand?"

There was a surprise in his voice.
To be continued...