Desperate, I really want to go out and be free, but I have no choice.
If you really have to be imprisoned for the rest of your life, you might as well die happily.
An Ruo's eyes moved to the vase next to her. As long as she broke the vase, she could cut her wrist with the fragment and it would be over.
She has always cherished life and thought of death, which shows how disheartened she is now.
Xing Tian pushed open the door and came in, followed her gaze to the vase, and immediately saw through her thoughts.
His eyes darkened slightly, and he walked slowly to her side, with a little tenderness in his eyes.
Putting his hand on her shoulders, he asked her softly: "Are you bored? Let's go fishing."
"When will you let me go?" An Ruo didn't look at him and just asked coldly.
"Where to go?"
"Let me go home."
The man curved his beautiful thin lips and smiled: "This is your home."
An Ruo frowned slightly and said in a colder tone: "This is not my home! Xingtian, I don't hate you. Just let me go. Don't let me completely hate you one day."
Xing Tian followed her and looked into the distance. He didn't care what she said and said to himself: "An Ruo, do you still remember what the fortune teller said? He said that you and I are destined to be husband and wife. I think this must be correct."
An Ruo thought about what happened that day. No wonder he secretly told the fortune teller his birthday and horoscope. It turned out that he was afraid that she would notice something wrong.
"You actually believe it, but I don't believe it at all." She twitched her lips mockingly.
Xing Tian smiled and said: "I believe it is true, we will really become husband and wife."
An Ruo looked at him in confusion. He turned his face slightly, and the left half of the silver mask faced her, glowing with a faint cold light.
His deep black eyes met hers, and his thin lips parted slightly: "I have already made preparations. We will hold a wedding next month. At that time, I will give this island to you as a betrothal gift."
An Ruo was so angry that she was shaking all over. She gritted her teeth and growled: "I won't marry you! Don't waste your efforts!"
Xing Tian held her shoulders and said to her carefully: "An Ruo, I don't want to hurt you or make you sad. But we must have a wedding, and I must make you my wife. Only by letting you be my wife
, only when we form a family will your heart gradually accept me. I must marry you anyway, so don’t resist or make yourself too sad."
He was serious and would never allow her to say no.
An Ruo's heart became even more desperate. She pushed him away emotionally and yelled at him angrily: "I said I won't marry, even if I die!"
"An Ruo, don't be like this, what's wrong with marrying me?" Xing Tian took a step forward, and she quickly took a step back.
"Xingtian, I don't love you, I won't marry you."
The man's eyes suddenly darkened, and he asked her expressionlessly: "You still love Tang Yuchen, right?"
An Ruo didn't intend to hide it anymore, she nodded simply.
"Yes, I love Tang Yuchen. He is the one I have always loved. I only love him in this life. I don't love anyone but him, so give up on that!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xing Tian's expression changed. His face and eyes were full of sinisterness, and it was terrifyingly gloomy.
An Ruo suddenly regretted irritating him. What if he was unhappy and killed Tang Yuchen and Kang Kang?
Xing Tian took a step closer to her, and now she didn't dare to hide anymore.
