Shen Biying

"What do you mean?" Xiao Yue Shen's face turned cold, her black eyes seemed to pierce the woman in front of her, her hands hidden in her sleeves were clenched into fists, pulling at the wound, excruciating pain.

"You said before that you would give me a divorce letter." Shuying began to regret why she mentioned such an obvious thing at such a peaceful and rare warm moment.

But this is the truth after all, she was afraid that if she didn't say it, when he was tender and charming again, he would bleed Qu Ningyan coldly and mercilessly.

That heart-wrenching hatred will destroy all the peace now, and she doesn't want to really hate him.

In anger, she slapped the table with her big palm angrily, and Xiao Yue glared at Xie Shuying who seemed calm as water, her whole body was full of sternness, "When did I say that, let me tell you, Xie Shuying, even if I Fu Ningyan is your regular wife, you can only do it." Concubine, in this life and in the next life, you are my man in life and my ghost in death. You want to abandon me and live with him, are you dreaming? Don’t let me see you and meet him secretly again, otherwise , I will find a way to make you cry and beg me."

Enduring the pain and anger, Xiao Yue walked away with a flick of her sleeves.

No longer fighting with rage or anger, only endless sadness, Xie Shuying's eyes were empty, her beautiful and elegant face was full of tears.

This man has solved the problem of his doom.

Her fate is also like her mother's dying worries, a beauty with a poor fate, a fateful life, and a lonely life.

"Where did you get Hong Ling?" Xie Shuying stared blankly at the remaining tofu on the table, her eyes blurred by tears.

It seems that the peaceful and warm relationship just now is just an illusion of nothingness. It turns out that without Qu Ningyan, it is impossible for them to get along peacefully, because he doesn't love her.

"Didn't I tell you that?" Standing by the door, Xiao Yuechen didn't turn around, her figure was tall but bleak, and the two turned their backs to each other.

"I don't believe it." Tears burst into tears, and Shuying choked up.

Hong Ling's pain from being beaten back then, and the pain of her being humiliated by Qu Ningyan and abused by him are vivid again.

How could she naively think that he would live in peace with her? It was ridiculously naive and ignorant.

"Believe it or not." Xiao Yue's voice was cold and her breathing was disordered.

Shuying closed her eyes, as if she had finally seen and accepted the fact that he didn't love her.

Even if she was willing to lay down her life for him over and over again, even if he really had half-hearted intentions, it still wouldn't be worth a single cent.

Completely cut off the tears, and confessed the words hidden in my heart before he left, while the two of them could live in peace, "I wished you to die before, but actually I don't hate you for hurting me, I just I can't stand that you don't care about my life and death, and you pamper another woman in a way that hurts me. I love you so much, but you give all your love to another woman. I didn't complain or hate before, but you married I, I am your wife. I also know that love cannot be forced, and I have tried to hate you, but I found that hating someone is more painful than loving someone. I don’t want to hate you, but I don’t want to either Love you again."

The whole body is cold, without the remaining warmth of love, I am afraid that this life will be lonely and desolate as a companion.

But she was afraid of being tortured and abused by him, so humble and without self-esteem, she begged him for a little love.

Loving someone doesn't have to be with him, it's possession, you can go far away, and you can live with a little thought.

The air was deadly silent, the figures of the two were far away from each other, and the hazy halo in the room was like a dream.

During the long silence, Xiao Yuechen never turned around for her, his palms were clenched tightly, his lips trembled from trembling to biting between his teeth.

The torture turned into a bleak smile on the thin lips, "Your love is so cheap, it can be Yuexun, or every prince and grandson who admires you, do you think I am really rare?"

Xiao Yue lowered her head, with a smile on her lips, full of relief, "In this life, I have her enough."

The severed tears burst again, Xie Shuying's face was pale, as if she had been pierced by thousands of arrows, she couldn't restrain the pain, but said calmly and slowly, "In the next life, I don't want to see you again, I don't want..."

She had never run away in such a panic, escaped from that door, Xiao Yue stared at the bright moon in the night sky.

The bright moon is shining brightly, that layer of gentleness, just like the gentle smile when I first met her.

Clearly bright and eye-catching, why did it gradually become blurred, with the wind blowing across the face, it was icy cold.

In the wing room, there was the sound of desolate whimpering, mourning in the middle of the night.