Just to learn to be a competent and excellent little wife, waiting for her husband's return at home every day.
Watching my husband smile happily as he eats the delicious food he cooked.
However, half a year later, he told her coldly and decisively from the beginning that he would sleep in a separate room with her and would never touch her.
No matter how beautifully she makes the yard, how neatly the flowers and plants are repaired, or how many exquisite dishes she learns to cook.
I wore so many beautiful new clothes and changed into so many exquisite headdresses.[
Although he attracted admiration and admiration from his servants, that man rarely showed up.
Even if she appeared, he would turn a blind eye to her efforts, with a look of alienation, indifference, and even disgust on his face.
There was a faint smile on her face, but her heart was completely cold.
He is her calamity, she can love him humbly without any regrets, and do everything just to get a trace of his sympathy.
However, he does not belong to her after all.
If he cannot let go of his love for that woman, he is destined not to open his heart to accept others.
Then, no matter what I do, I can't move his heart.
She was so tired on days like this.
After thinking for a moment, I pressed my fingers tightly on a string and pressed it hard.
With a bang, the strings broke.
A long blood mark was scratched on her fingertips.
Blood flowed down his fingers.
It hurts so much. She groaned, frowned, lowered her head, took the finger in her mouth, sucked out the blood, and bandaged the injured finger with the handkerchief she had with her.
She suddenly felt very tired of looking like this, completely like a resentful woman.
Days like this can't go on any longer!
A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she secretly said that no matter what, she must find him today.
It’s time for everything to come to an end!
Procrastination is not her personality.
Thinking of this, a trace of determination flashed in her beautiful eyes.[
Sitting back in front of the dressing table, facing the rhombus mirror, I combed my black hair with a peachwood comb.