Is it possible that deep down in her heart, she is also fantasizing about those beautiful things between her and Zhuoran?
What did she think of him?
Is he not good enough for her?
Why do you still miss that man so much?
He is still alive and well in front of her, and he is her husband!
She clearly knew that he loved her so deeply, that he could not help but love her, and that he had no self. Is it because of his love that she acted so unscrupulously?
He could tolerate her obsession with the past, and he could tolerate the fact that Zhuoran was really hiding in her heart, but he couldn't do it, she couldn't treat him like an invisible person, in his world, in his room.
Here, I miss another man so much!
Here, I miss another man so much!
He is a human being, and he is really not an omnipotent, all-encompassing god. He is a man, a god with complete existence of desire...and domination!
It's very quiet indoors.
She slept peacefully there as if nothing was wrong.
Xu Ang went upstairs, intending to urge them to go down to eat. Who knew that after seeing such a scene, he knew that the young marshal was angry. He was too frightened to express his anger. He just stood in the distance and watched slightly nervously.
Yi Jian's chest kept rising and falling, his handsome face became a little distorted at this time, and the veins on his fingers were suddenly exposed due to clenching.
It looks very scary.
He suddenly stood up from the sofa, stretched out his hand, and suddenly grabbed Zhong Qing's wrist. Zhong Qing felt pain, frowned, and moved slightly.
At that second, Xu Ang thought Yi Jian was going to get angry.
However, the man just looked at Zhongqing intently, looking at it for a long, long time. Finally, he just moved his lips slightly and quietly put the photo into his arms.
Zhongqing had already felt the pain. She was confused at first, and then she felt something was wrong, so she slowly opened her eyes.
What caught her eyes was a dim light. She was dazed for a while, and then she realized that Yi Jian was back. She immediately sat up from the sofa, looked at Yi Jian, and smiled lightly: "Young Marshal...
……You're back?"
Yi Jian's expression was still a little cold, but he didn't know what he was thinking. He just breathed deeply, locked his eyes tightly, and layers of complicated and sad light flashed through his eyes.
