Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Wen Xiaoai raised his hand, stroked the embroidery on the wedding dress, and said dumbly: "...it's not the same, the flower should be smaller, the petals are not so neat, the number of petals is eleven, and the flowers are purple... …"

He hurriedly said: "Then I will let someone change it."

Looking down at the embroidery on the wedding dress, she knew she liked it, so she smiled, and continued: "But this wedding dress embroidered purple is not very beautiful, so I make the silver thread embroidered by people. If you like purple, I will let you Change everything, and..."

"Jun Mo Yan..." She interrupted him.

Jun Moyan met her eyes blurred by tears, and her heart hurt severely, with a bad premonition.

"……what happened?"

He clung to the wedding dress in his arms in fear, his breathing was messed up with fear.

"I……"

Wen Xiaoai opened his mouth, but couldn't say it, but kept crying.

Jun Moyan's face gradually turned pale, he pretended to be all right, squeezed out a smile, and said:

"Do you not like this one? It doesn't matter. There are many styles here. If you don't like it, let's go to another store..."

"I can't marry you."

Her sudden sentence made Jun Moyan cut off all the following words.

She spoke extremely calmly, so calm that Jun Moyan couldn't believe it, and so calm that it scared him.

However, only she herself knew that this sentence was like a barb, which caused her throat to be bloody.

After he was startled for a moment, he said: "You, what did you say...?"

Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan who was frightened, tears rained down, and her heartache was almost untenable. She shook her head and said with difficulty:

"... Did you hear that? I don't want to say it a second time. It hurts too much."

One time is enough.

Jun Moyan looked at her, and his brain stopped thinking for a moment.

But he recovered quickly, because they knew in their hearts that this was their result, and they had been psychologically prepared for a long time, but he just couldn't accept Wen Xiaoai's own words.

Seeing Wen Xiaoai's tears streaming, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to squeeze a smile to appease her, but he seemed a little embarrassed.

He could only explain to her incoherently:

"I, I know... I know we can’t be together, I know... I want to marry you, I want to give you a wedding, no other meaning, not forcing you to be with me, not for binding you, you can Don’t have to bear the burden. I, I just want to marry you and want you to be my wife. It doesn’t matter whether I am your husband or not. It doesn’t matter whether I have a status with you, but I can give you a status, I I want to give you a place, I..."

"I'm going to marry someone else."

"..."

Jun Moyan stopped suddenly, even his breathing.

Wen Xiaoai's words exploded in his mind like a bomb, there was a buzzing in his ears, and he could not hear anything for a while.

He looked at Wen Xiaoai in disbelief, his eyes did not blink for a long time, but his eyes slowly turned red.

This sentence is the cruelest and cruelest sentence Jun Moyan Qiwei has heard today.

It is thousands of times more ruthless than a ladyboy who cannot marry him.

Words and words are piercing his heart, making his internal organs become bloody.

"Married... married...?"

Wen Xiaoai clenched his fists, nails deeply embedded in his palms without any pain.

She didn't dare to look at Jun Moyan's desperate and injured look, but she wanted to take advantage of the last time to look at him for a while.