Murong Rong couldn't get an answer from Ouyang Xiyu, so he imitated Ouyang Xiyu and looked at him.
Upon closer inspection, Murong Rong found that at first glance she looked very similar to Ouyang Xiyu, but upon closer inspection, there were still big differences between them.
Not to mention her temperament, her girlish temperament cannot catch up with Ouyang Xiyu's pampered ladylike temperament. Her every move is noble and elegant.
In terms of facial features, Ouyang Xiyu's nose is slightly taller than hers, and her face is slightly larger than hers.
Ouyang Xiyu's eyelids are swollen, and her eyes are relatively deep, like Ouyang Ye. Her chin is a bit pointier than Murong Rong's, and she is the same model as Mrs. Ouyang whom Murong Rong met that day.
Their statures are also different. They sit on chairs at the same height, and Ouyang Xiyu appears to be taller than Murong Rong.
Also, I wonder if it’s because Ouyang Xiyu is four years older than Murong Rong and is much calmer than Murong Rong.
Ouyang Xiyu read it quietly, and then his hoarse voice slowly sounded: "I'll take a picture of you."
Although it is a declarative sentence, it carries an unquestionable command.
Ouyang Xiyu picked up the SLR camera next to him and took a dozen photos of Murong Rong from every angle.
"Seeing you reminds me of me before I was disfigured. I want to take a few photos to remember you. You won't refuse, right?"
Murong Rong was about to ask Ouyang Xiyu why he took such a photo, but Ouyang Xiyu spoke first.
When Murong Rong saw Ouyang Xiyu's half-ruined face, she swallowed whatever words came to her lips.
Ouyang Xiyu took the photo and said, "You love him very much, right? He must be very good to you. I see a faint light of happiness surrounding you."
Murong Rong lowered his head and looked at himself, is there any? Can you see this too?
"What does he like to eat? What color clothes does he like? What kind of wine does he like to drink? What pastimes does he like? Does he have any special hobbies?" Ouyang Xiyu asked lightly.
Murong Rong shook her head, she didn't know any of this.
Because of Ouyang Xiyu's question, Murong Rong realized that she didn't know Yin Zai at all. She didn't know what he loved, liked, or his taste. She didn't even know everything about him, yet she dared to tell herself that
Love him?
"You definitely don't love him." Ouyang Xiyu told her ruthlessly and directly.
"No! I love him!" Murong Rong declared out loud.
Ouyang Xiyu's lips raised a cold sarcasm: "If you love him, why don't you understand him at all? You just love his money and the material life he gives you. After all, what he gives you is you
You can’t make any money in your lifetime.”
Murong Rong's face turned pale slightly, and she stood up suddenly, "I don't know anything about him, that's because I haven't been with him long. I love him not because of his status, not because of his money.
, just because he is Yinzai! One day, when he becomes poor, frustrated, and no longer has the glory he has today, he will be my Yinzai!"
Ouyang Xiyu sneered lightly: "What about him, does he love you like this? No matter who you are, whether you are Ouyang Xiyu or not, he will still love you as always?"
These words were like a sharp blade thrust into Murong Rong's chest, piercing a huge black hole, and the panic pain surged out like a tide.
If he knew that she was not Ouyang Xiyu, not the perfect wife chosen from thousands, but just a person who lost her parents and was dependent on her younger brother, what would he think of her?
If he knew that she was here to lie to him from the beginning, would he still pamper her, a liar, so tenderly?
He is the proud son of heaven. How can such a proud person endure the feeling of being played in the palm of his hand?
She couldn't imagine how he would hate her if he knew the truth of all this.
Just the thought of him hating her and hating her made her heart ache so much that she wanted to die.
"It turns out that it was just your wishful thinking."
Ouyang Xiyu's sarcastic voice came out hoarsely, like a dull pig iron slamming into his fragile heart. Murong Rong seemed to be looking at his own devastated heart.
Softly, she sat down, like a puppet that had lost its soul.
"Why are you so sad? Didn't you already know that there would be no results with him, why did you throw your heart into it and suffer for yourself?" Ouyang Xiyu's deep eyes flashed with an unknown hot light, "He must be a better person than the rumors say.