Concubine forced marriage: Six-finger princess

Chapter 452 Leave no room
Rong'er subconsciously looked back again, and saw that there was no familiar person outside, so she secretly blamed Xiao Er for being careless, then took the jug and the wine glass on the table, and drank as she went, until she couldn't think about it anymore. From Jiang Ruofei three words.

Can't remember?
Really can not remember, or in self-deception?
Look, there are countless faces of Jiang Ruofei in front of you, either laughing, evil, or cold...

I reached out to touch that face, but failed to catch it again and again...

He is getting married.

To marry someone else!

This world also seems to be turning black and white upside down. Those who should be together are separated due to various resistances, and those who should not be together are due to various combinations...

It's so funny.

Saying that lovers will eventually get married is all empty talk.

The sweet words in the past were just fireworks that bloomed high in the sky. When they bloomed, they were dazzling and delightful, but after they were extinguished, there was only a sense of loss.

No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they can only bloom for a while, not forever.

Jiang Ruofei, why did your words hide in the darkness so quickly like fireworks, without any trace?
Is everything you said today true?
You are tired of me, that's why you didn't go to the Water Palace to save me who was persecuted at the right time.

Xinyue, she is just a maid, and you have only known her for a few days, yet you are going to marry her as a princess...

Hehe, Jiang Ruofei, it turns out that you, like other men, are new to women.

Saying that I am the only one in this life is all false, false...

Raising the jug, there was a sound of gurgling water, and a jet of water poured into Rong'er's mouth. She drank the wine recklessly, not caring that some of the wine flowed down her cheeks and flowed into the skirt of her clothes together with the hot tears from the corners of her eyes. Inside, wet, cool, and sticky.

The wine was so bitter, but it was not as bitter as the bitterness in her heart.

His cheeks were stained with a blush, and a layer of water mist slowly rose from his eyes, hazy, a little blurred, and a little self-deprecating.

It was Jiang Ruofei's sweet words that kept echoing in her ears, but at this moment it turned into a gut-piercing poison, trying to poison her relentlessly.

(End of this chapter)