Dress as a princess to be a group pet

Chapter 1638 She Loves Not Herself 9
What she loves in her heart is another man, and Nanfeng Lianxue can't afford to guard her body like jade for such a woman.

Doesn't she love Sikong Yuecang very much?Didn't he love so much that he sacrificed his life for him for two lifetimes?
But what did Sikong Yuecang return to her?
In the previous life, Sikong Yuecang married the princess less than a year after her death.

In this life, less than a year after her death, Sikong Yuecang married his maidservant as the concubine. Now, that maidservant is the queen of Longyu Kingdom, and she is pregnant with Sikong Yuecang's child.

I don't know what kind of mood she would feel if she was resurrected again and saw the man she loved went to other women and made other women have children.

He loves her so much that as long as she is willing to stay by his side, he can do everything for her.

But she does. .But she chose a man who repeatedly defeated her.

Should I say she deserved it?
If she was still there, in front of her, he would really scold her like this.

He deserved to be let down. . .deserved to be betrayed. .Deserves to be hurt. . .

Since it was her choice, no matter what the consequences were, whether she could bear it, whether she would be hurt, had nothing to do with Nan Feng Lianxue.

If her choice is him, he will spend his whole life loving her, loving her, pampering her, and making her happy every day.

He will work hard. .As long as she wants. .He will try to do so.

It's just that she never gave herself such a chance.

Not even once. . .

A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Nanfeng Lianxue's mouth, and before he knew it, he came to the place where the two met for the first time.

Whenever he misses her, he will come to this place.

Everything is still as usual.

This pavilion is still the pavilion at that time.

This lake is still the lake at that time.

The lotus in this lake is still the lotus at that time.

Even the gently blowing wind is filled with the fragrance of that time.

Nothing seems to have changed.

The peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze, and the human face does not know where to go.

(End of this chapter)