I am fickle

"Then how do I know?"

"My heart is so bitter. I betrayed everyone in the clan to love you. I gave up my dignity for you, but why don't you look at me?"

She is not reconciled, she is not reconciled that all her sacrifices cannot be exchanged for a happy word from him, even if he deceives her...

I broke off her fingers fiercely, straightened her body, and said with a smile, "It's all on your own will, why are you blaming me again?"

Chang'an's original delicate makeup was stained with tears, she ruthlessly tore off the golden step on her head, and she almost fell down: "Yeah, it's my own fault, I just can't control the heart that likes you..."

I turned around expressionlessly, but her sleeves were pulled tightly by her, and she choked up: "Husband, don't leave Chang'an..."

"If you like this dress, I'll give it to you, don't pester me anymore!"

Chang An hugged my robe and wept like rain. I shook my head and walked towards the Guanyue Pavilion where the dancers were arranged. I could clearly hear intermittent sobbing behind me.

I am ruthless, and I only want to let you down.

On the wedding night, I humiliated her severely. I hugged a few beautiful dancers and laughed at Yanyan.

Chang'an just stood outside the door and stared at me blankly. She covered her mouth tightly and trembled all over.I smiled smugly at her, and gently embraced another dancer, smiling all over my face: "Come on, let's have a good time tonight."

The woman huddled in my arms, and said cautiously: "Isn't the patriarch in the nine princesses' house in Qingqiu tonight?"

"She doesn't have all the charms of yours, how can I wrong my eyes, we will sing and dance non-stop tonight."

Chang An turned around in despair, her back was very thin in the moonlight.I think she probably hates me, and it's also because her eyes can't recognize people...

"Doesn't the Patriarch like Princess Nine? Everyone says that Princess Nine looks like a fairy, and many people want to marry her..." A woman in white raised her face and looked at me innocently.

I lowered my eyes and said softly, "What can I do to make someone hate you to the bone?"

It's better to have hatred between me and her. If she hates me, I don't have to feel so deeply guilty...

"The little girl doesn't know either."

"You women know women best. If you were you, how could you hate someone?"

The woman in white lowered her head and thought for a while, "If I fall in love with someone desperately, but he keeps hurting me and using me, flirting with other women. The little girl thinks that this kind of humiliation will probably make any woman I can't even accept it..."

I smiled, fell weakly on the couch, and slowly closed my tired eyes.The woman looked at me inexplicably, and whispered: "The patriarch..."

I waved my hand and said lazily, "Back off, or I'll screw your head off if I get upset..."

My lips raised slightly, the woman straightened her clothes and backed out in a panic.

Obviously so many people are afraid to avoid me, but why is she, Song Changan, so stubborn to fly to the flame...

I vaguely thought of my aunt's words that the word "love" is the most hurtful, that I fell in love with the person who deceived me, and she fell in love with the person who used her.She and I are equally pitiful, which is probably why I can't bear to hurt her.

Rather than asking me to pretend to coax her into indulging in my sweet words, it is better to tell her to hate me so that she can live freely. I can't bear to see her compromise in front of me.

Your pride, your dignity, will be returned to you.