Too much sourness rolled in my chest, too many feelings could not be expressed, but in the end they only turned into a bitter smile. It turned out that he and she had missed each other after all...
My heart was twitching violently, and my brain was dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
This was the most heartbreaking scene in his life.
He tried his best, but in the end he forced the two of them to a dead end...
Long Fuyue looked at the pale elder brother, couldn't help it anymore, and shouted: "Xiyue, don't do stupid things! You don't love him, at most you are just grateful. Gratitude is not love... You and him
When we get married, what do you want my senior brother to do?"[
Hua Xiyue froze slightly, then slowly turned around and glanced at Jia Ruo.
The two people's eyes met, and Jia Ruo's eyes were as dark as a deep pool, without any reflection.
He stood holding on to the wall, but could not say a word.
Hua Xiyue turned her head.
She didn't want to look at him, didn't want to see him so fragile!
.She didn’t want to say anything to him either.
Their words have been spoken long ago, their fate has been exhausted long ago. She loves him, but he doesn't love her...
He only has pity and gratitude for her. She is possessed by the God of Jealousy, and he can do such cruel things to her, even if her soul is destroyed...
Hua Xiyue's stomach began to cramp and she bent down slightly, not wanting to look at him again.
Ye Sang looked at her pale face, and his heart ached. He knew her!
He sighed softly: "Xiyue, don't force yourself..."
Hua Xiyue shook her head slightly: "I'm not forcing it, Ye Sang, I really want to marry you. Where do you want to get married? I'll do whatever you want."
Ye Sang closed his eyes and smiled: "I'm used to staying in cool places, but I can't stand the heat in this poor place. My wolf fur is almost scorched..."
Hua Xiyue hugged him, and a light flashed in her purple eyes: "Okay, then I will take you back to Liuli Palace, okay? We will get married there..."
Ye Sang's green eyes were flashing with light, and he couldn't tell whether it was pity or love.
He nodded and took out a mirage bead from his arms: "Girl, this is... this is my betrothal gift."