Lying Cinderella: Mask of Pandora

"Didn't you say you hate me? Why do I let you have a pitiful fantasy of reunion with just a word? You should slap me and make me look ugly instead of begging for mercy like a clown."

Ye Lingyin's voice seemed to be haunted by the cold wind, Lin Luowei was shaking all over, the severe pain extended from his heart to his throat, he suddenly felt out of breath.

How much he hated this cold-blooded devil, but look at Ye Lingyin in front of him at this moment, with a white gauze like snow, elegant and charming, he is no longer Ji Qingrui from before.

She hated that identity so much, maybe being with him would remind her of the past and those unsightly memories.

Well, if Liao Jinpei loves her...

that's fine too...

Although Lin Luowei couldn't control the strong jealousy and resentment in his heart, he still kept persuading himself that Ye Lingyin and Liao Jinpei were together because he could give her what she wanted.

Dazzling title, brilliant future, happy marriage, sweet love...

When she was in Liao's house, they must have behaved intimately, with shy eyes and passionate kisses...

Lin Luowei didn't dare to think about it anymore, his chest seemed to be filled with scorching air, almost bursting.

The gorgeous crystal chandelier casts a light streamer, and the shadows of Lin Luowei and Ye Lingyin are entangled on the ground.

Ye Lingyin took a few steps back in satisfaction, and the shadows under her feet parted, leaving only the slender shadow of Lin Luowei swaying there, thin and desolate.

"Let me tell you another secret," Ye Lingyin intensified, with a faint smile on her beautiful face, "Liao Jinpei doesn't love me either."

Lin Luowei only felt his chest tumbling, and he staggered back a few steps, coughing up a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, his throat full of fishy and sweet breath.

Lin Luowei's palm was covered with blood, his expression was distorted in pain, but he still stared at Ye Lingyin in shock, his voice hoarse: "You married him just to get revenge on me?!"

Ye Lingyin looked at the bright red blood on the corner of Lin Luowei's mouth, and frowned slightly, but her words were still not very pleasant: "Why, do you think I will be moved if you spit out a few mouthfuls of blood? No. When you're making a movie, you don't want to use something as vulgar as a terminal illness to gain sympathy."

Of course, Lin Luowei is not terminally ill, but he is really tired these days, guarding Ye Lingyin during the day for fear that she will change her mind at any time, and staying up late at night to work, just to let Ye Lingyin live a good life after marriage , he bought the most expensive diamond ring for her, chose the most luxurious villa and the most expensive sports car for her, he just wanted to tell her that marrying him would make her happy...

However, all of this was destroyed by her.

Lin Luowei's face was as white as paper, as if he was still recovering from a serious illness.

The blood on the corner of the mouth is shocking.

He couldn't imagine that he tried his best to give Ye Yayin happiness, but she gave her happiness to another man who didn't love each other indifferently.

No matter what Liao Jinpei's purpose was, he got Ye Lingyin easily, and he was her legal husband.

But when he gave her his heart, all he got was scars.

Apart from despair, what else could describe his mood?

Ye Lingyin covered her nose, showing a disgusted expression: "There is a hospital nearby, go out and take a good look, if it is contagious, what will happen."

"I know, you want me to die. Ye Lingyin, I won't do what you want!"

Lin Luowei's eyes were cold, deep and devoid of love.

All remaining emotions turned into flaming hatred, burning all memories.