Xue Nu didn't know how much alcohol Duan Yunhe drank. He cried, laughed, and made a fuss. He hugged Xue Nu but never let go.
"Don't leave me...please don't leave me...ok..." Duan Yunhe cried like a child.
The snow girl gently stroked his forehead and said, "Fool, how could I leave you? I love you so much, more than I love myself. My heart will never change."
"What if...I can't give you a status but can only give you my heart? Will you blame me..." Duan Yunhe's arms were so powerful that he almost embedded the Snow Girl into his body.
Snow Girl's heart skipped a beat, wondering what was wrong with him, why he said these words, could something have happened? Could it be that his parents-in-law who were far away in his hometown didn't like him?
She had some ideas in her heart, but then she thought about why she had to think about it so much. She was just a monster, so she didn't need to worry about the etiquette of mortals. Marrying such a common thing was just for fun, and after that, two people would not live a normal life.
With a bit of regret, she still said: "It's enough that your heart is with me. As for other things, I don't care about anything else."
Duan Yunhe cried even harder when he heard this. He kept sobbing and said several times: "You are so kind..."
That night, he was like a wild beast, attacking her body again and again until he was exhausted. He held her hand tightly and never let go for a moment.
A few days later, Xue Nu finally knew why Duan Yunhe reacted that way that day. A group of people came to their home.
The snow girl couldn't tell the rank of mortals, but she only knew that the people coming here must have status, their clothes were gorgeous and their conversation was very decent.
The leader was a man wearing an official hat. He always unconsciously touched the tuft of beard on his chin with his hands. His eyes were deep and deep. Behind him was a particularly young woman, only fifteen or sixteen years old.
This woman is in response to the famous saying "a person depends on his clothes". Her extremely ordinary skin has become a bit noble thanks to her makeup and clothes - her whole person is like a blooming peony flower.
The bright colors drive away the chill of winter. The emerald green smoke yarn meanders to the floor, the blouse and cloak with gold edges, and a ferret fur around the neck. The gold and silver jewelry on the head are dazzling.
The snow girl couldn't even open her eyes.
The snow girl lowered her head and looked at the pure white clothes she was wearing. It was the same color as the snow on the ground, and could not be compared with the fine satin clothes.
She couldn't help but shrink towards Duan Yunhe.
These two gorgeously dressed people were followed by two maids and four guards. The formation was quite large.
The man wearing an official hat narrowed his lustful eyes, looked at the snow girl, and asked with a grin: "Who is this?"
Duan Yunhe whispered: "This is my maid, named Snow Girl."
The sound of "maidservant" shattered the snow girl's soft heart.
The eight-person sedan was agreed upon, and the matchmaker was getting married. Is it just a joke after the fun on the couch? Why didn't he even have the courage to admit it in front of others?
What about being the only one in your life, about spreading your branches and giving birth to a few fat babies? Are his love for her, those love words, and those promises just empty words?
After staying by his side for so long without any complaints, she was just a... maid...