Shangguan Yu gently wrapped her hand with his warm palm, and then held it firmly.

The warm and soft lips came close to her ear, and she said softly, "Hold your hand, and grow old with you."

Yu Zhao's heart trembled a few times violently because of his words.

They all knew in their hearts that getting married was just for others to see.

But why did he lean into his ear and say such a sentence when he was clearly acting for others? [

And her heart throbbed suddenly because of these words.

Hold your hand and grow old with you. . .

The simple eight words have a direct touch to the hearts of the people.

She also longed for such a person to appear.

Can completely occupy her heart.

She also completely occupied his heart.

Love each other for a lifetime.

This is what she has always yearned for and what she has always pursued.

Now, she's married, married to a man she doesn't love.

And he didn't like him either.

He married her to make up for it, to reduce his guilt.

She married him to survive, to continue to live.

This marriage has a purpose for each other.

Could his words be too dramatic?

Her dual purpose finally led to her creating a topic that is still talked about many years later.

When she was holding her hand on the sedan chair, she suddenly staggered, unable to maintain her balance, she fell straight to the ground.

What he bumped into was a warm and solid wall of flesh. . .

With the exclamation from the surrounding crowd, she and he both fell to the ground.

He is below and she is above. [

The dazzling red hijab also fell to the ground when her body fell, exposing her face.

She rested her hands on Shangguan Yu's chest, a pair of red lips covered with lip balm, impartial, coincidentally imprinted on his slightly parted lips because of surprise.

"Heh..."

There were gasps all around.

"Well..."

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