Ice concubine of the cold king

Chapter 122 Beauty's Jealousy, (Part 1)

Hongyi looked at the swaying oil lamp blown by the wind in the house, the flame flickered on and off, reflecting on her delicate face.

The faint crescent eyebrows showed that her eyes were full of spirit.

She admitted that she was not as good-looking as You Lanyue.But no matter what, I have also changed the owner of the villa for five years.

During these five years, she loved and cared for him so carefully.No matter who it is before, she has never been so nervous, because she knows that he will not fall in love with them, even if they are beautiful.

It was the first time Hong Yi felt this fear of losing.In the past, she only cared about his mission to her, and whether he praised her.But now, the love is so deep that it is hard to extricate myself.

The moment I saw him hugging You Lanyue, the moment I saw him holding her face affectionately, my heart ached.

They hugged each other in the wind, forgetting each other.

But she can only be a voyeur from behind, she has become an outsider.

No, she has to act, even if she can't be unique, she has to be around him, one of many people.

She got up, cut her hair, and felt that her shape was so bad for the first time.

She looked at her clothes, and for the first time she felt that this was not a glory, but a humiliation.

She looked at her waist, and felt that her body was too strong for the first time.

She looked at her hands, and for the first time felt that her hands were too callous.

She felt that she was so desperate, she straightened her hair, and she tore it randomly twice.I rummaged through the closet and found a red tulle.

Overjoyed, I forgot the season and put it on.

Look around, it fits well, it's just the hair...

"Hey——" She sat down discouraged, not to mention comparing with You Lanyue, even if she was compared with Qianqian, she couldn't compare.

Qianqian - Hongyi's cousin, sometimes visits Hongyi, and occasionally passes by Yuluo a few times, but Yuluo remembers her.

She is famous for her fragility and waistline.

The thin waist is like the spring breeze supporting willows in March.

It looks so weak that it looks like a willow leaf swaying in the wind.

(End of this chapter)