What she loved in her heart was another man, and he, Nan Feng Lianxue, had no reason to keep his integrity for such a woman.
Didn’t she love Sikong Yuecang very much? Didn’t she love her so much that she sacrificed her life for him in two consecutive lives?
But, what did Sikong Yuecang say in reply to her?
In the previous life, less than a year after her death, Sikong Yuecang married the princess.
In this life, less than a year after her death, Sikong Yuecang married the maid next to him as his princess. Now, that maid is already the queen of Long Yu Kingdom, and she is also pregnant with Sikong Yuecang's child.
I don’t know how she would feel if she were resurrected again and saw that the man she loved had gone to another woman and got another woman pregnant with a child.
He loves her so much that as long as she is willing to stay with him, he will do anything for her.
But as for her...she chose a man who failed her over and over again.
Should I say she deserves it?
If she were still here, he would really scold her like this in front of her.
Deserve to be let down...Deserve to be betrayed...Deserve to be hurt...
Since it was her choice, no matter what the consequences were, whether she could bear it or whether she would be harmed had nothing to do with him, Nan Feng Lixue.
If it were her choice, he would spend his whole life loving her, pampering her, pampering her, and making her happy every day.
He will work hard...as long as she is willing...he will work hard to do it.
It's just that she has never given herself such a chance.
Not even once...
A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Nanfeng Lixue's lips, and unknowingly, he came to the place where the two met for the first time.
Whenever he misses her, he will come to this place.
Everything remains as usual.
This pavilion is still the pavilion back then.
This lake is still the lake it was back then.
The lotus flowers in this lake are still the same as those then.
Even the gently blowing wind is filled with the fragrance of that time.
Nothing seems to have changed.
The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, and the human faces don’t know where to go.