"Qian Shang, you know that I used to love Hurd so much." Hong Yi held Qian Shang's hand, the touch was rough, she frowned, and her eyes flickered with emotion.
He looked at an unknown corner behind Qian Chang, with a solemn expression. After a long time, a smile appeared on his face: "What a trick of fate, you actually married Hurd."
Qian Shang didn't speak, just lowered her head, feeling Hong Yi's struggle.
In this woman's heart, Hart still occupies a very important position.
"Qianshang, what do you think of Hurd?" Hongyi lowered his head and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. There was a cold secret hidden in the dark place, so faint that no one could see it.
"Very good..." She thought of Hurd, her future husband, his responsible attitude, his considerate actions, and his kind character. Such a man should be loved fiercely by women.
rather than abandoned
A man like that, when he loves someone, he also believes in loving someone, ruthlessly, and all the time.
Even if you give everything, you will not hesitate
Just like her before, she thought she could go all out in the name of love
Even if my body is broken into pieces, even if I die forever, I will have no regrets.
Actually, Hongyi is really happy, she is loved by such a man
"Then do you like him?" Hong Yi paused for a long time and finally asked.
Qian Shang raised her head and stared at Hong Yi carefully. After a long time, she said, "I like it."
but not love
Her love was given to Qiye, and it was all destroyed five years ago
Love is an instinct, and she has long lost this instinct
Just like when a person is injured, it can be healed, but the scars cannot be removed
"Can you forget the emperor?" Hong Yi asked.
Qian Shang raised her head, looked at Hong Yi firmly, and said word by word: "So what if I can't forget? The Emperor and I are always strangers."
