Liu Huiru stood up and walked towards Sikong Yuecang. When her eyes touched Sikong Yuecang's arm holding the crutch, her eyes suddenly turned red.
This man...this man who was like an immortal, even though he had never fulfilled the responsibilities of a husband to her, she still admired him so much.
From the first moment she saw him, her heart no longer belonged to her.
Before marrying him, she had already learned from other people's mouths how outstanding Sikong Yuecang was.
His appearance... is known to the world to be extremely beautiful. His talent... is also rare in the world.
To be able to marry such a man as a wife is what every woman in the world dreams of.
Therefore, when she learned that she was actually going to marry Sikong Yuecang, she felt so excited and excited, so joyful...so happy...so expectant.
She thought that from now on, she would be the happiest person in the world. Who would have expected that on the night of the wedding...
He didn't even wear a hijab, he just said coldly, "You should rest early, I have something else to do..."
Then, on the night of the wedding, he left her belly alone in the new house.
At that moment...she heard the sound of her own heart breaking.
The first time I met him was when we went out of Fengyi Palace to greet the queen.
His appearance made her feel astonished.
So, she fell in love with him when she first saw him.
She had no way not to like a man with such an outstanding temperament, who was like an immortal... She couldn't help but like him.
My heart...cannot be controlled by myself...
Even though she knew about his indifference towards her on the wedding night, she still gave her heart to him like a moth to a flame.
It's been two or three years... He has always been so cold and indifferent towards me...
The so-called respecting each other as guests and embracing them is really quite suitable.
After staying in the palace for a long time, she gradually learned some things.