Taking a deep breath and gritting his teeth, Xiao Caifu glared at several men downstairs fiercely, turned around and walked back into the room.

In this room, which always makes her crazy to escape, there is the thing she wants to know most at this moment. And in this situation, even if she walks out of this room, as long as this man doesn't nod, she still can't get out of this villa.

Somewhat defensive, Xiao Caifu even glanced at Chu Qing beside him, found a remote place to sit down, and then reached out and took the monitor.

Chu Qing still maintained the same posture, only looking at Xiao Caifu but smiling. Seeing Xiao Caifu take something from his hand with an angry face, the angry color on his face slowly changed color the moment he saw the monitor, and he finally slowly hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Xiao Caifu looked at the things in her hand with a white face, and suddenly felt that a gust of wind suddenly blew from different corners, making her feel cold all over her body.

For a moment, she even had a delusion. What she held in her hand was not a high-end monitor taken from Chu Qing's hand, but a mirror.

Because, what did she see in that mirror? She saw another living ······ Myself?!

When she came to her senses, she finally stroked her chest and stood up from the couch with a white face.

"What's going on?"

The woman she saw had a face that looked exactly like hers. There was exactly the same smile on her face, but between the smiles, there was a slight paleness that could not be hidden, just like her face at the moment. That woman, wearing a white wedding dress at the moment, stood with the tall and handsome Jing Mozhan, standing in front of the sacred hall, and receiving everyone's blessings together.

She saw the priest standing in front of the two men and heard the priest's solemn inquiry.

"Mr. Jing Mozhan, you are willing to marry this young lady Xiao Caifu beside you. Love her, love her, take care of her all your life, no matter birth, old age, sickness or death, will you never abandon her?"

The shimmer fell on Jing Mozhan's face through the transparent window, and that was the only time Xiao Caifu saw an expression called pleasure on Jing Mozhan's face. Many times in the past, every time she looked at Jing Mozhan and every time she refused Jing Mozhan's closeness, she could almost see the smile on Jing Mozhan's face. But she knew that kind of laughter was only on the surface, not on the inside.

But this time, unlike every other time. It was a bright, happy, and finally happy laugh.

The corners of the man's mouth hooked, and his voice was like a warm breeze passing through the hall in winter.

"I do!"

Xiao Caifu froze in place, looking at the picture in front of her at a loss, feeling that her body was becoming more and more stiff and cold.

"Miss Xiao Caifu, you are willing to marry this Mr. Jing Mozhan beside you. Love him, love him, and take care of him all his life. No matter if you are born, old, sick or dead, you will never give up?"

A heart, following the priest's words, sank to the bottom in an instant.

Xiao Caifu looked at her other self without blinking, watching her slowly turn her head, with a look on her face that she didn't understand at all, quietly looking at Jing Mozhan beside her. However, she did not answer immediately.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Xiao Caifu felt that her breathing had slowed by several beats. She didn't know what was wrong. Looking at her other self, she inexplicably felt an indescribable sadness, which slashed through her chest for a moment. She looked at her, and suddenly felt that she was very much like herself back then. Pain, with unspeakable wounds.

It was obviously a festive wedding, but when Xiao Caifu saw the woman, she felt a strong sadness that permeated her body and eyes.

"I do!"

After a long, long time, when the woman was about to tell Jing Mozhan the fact that she was not Xiao Caifu, the woman finally agreed. There was affirmation in her voice, a strong sense of unease.

Even, despair.

At that time, Xiao Caifu didn't understand why that woman's face had such an expression at that time. Many years later, after hearing her own details, she finally realized.

It is a kind of despair where betrayal is irreparable, doomed to lose the future and hope!

There was silence in the air for only a second, and then the people who sat quietly in the audience all got up from their seats. For a while, the applause was thunderous, even through the screen, Xiao Caifu felt that the sound shook her ears and "buzzed".

Unexpectedly, the heartache that was as heart-rending as it was back then did not appear, but my heart was also sad for a while.

She watched Jing Mozhan reach out and lift the bride's veil, watched Jing Mozhan hug the bride tightly, and then lowered her head and kissed the woman deeply.

The emotions in her heart are complicated, and even Xiao Caifu herself can't speak. She was like that, watching another woman, with the same face, marry Jing Mozhan, complete all the rituals that belonged to husband and wife, and become his wife.

A low laugh rang in Xiao Caifu's ears.

Xiao Caifu didn't notice it, and she didn't know when, Chu Qing had already leaned over from the other end of the sofa. The familiar smell of the man, she clearly smelled it between the wings of her nose. In her anger, she seemed to be able to see the man's laughing and his chest shaking. A pair of hands, slowly stretched out, gently pinched Xiao Caifu's chin, and asked her to look at the woman on the screen.

"Isn't it strange? Why does this woman on the screen have a face exactly like yours?"

Xiao Caifu bit her lip tightly, put one hand on her thigh, and her fingertips were fiercely embedded in the flesh of her palm, which hurt very much.

"Then I'll tell you," the man's breath approached, approaching from behind Xiao Caifu, and sprayed on Xiao Caifu's slender neck little by little. His big hand landed on her hand, overlapped, and then slid neatly into Xiao Caifu's fingertips, intertwining with her intimate ten fingers. The big hand folded the small hand, slowly raised, and pointed to the face of the woman in the picture, "Her name is Lu Zhining!"

"Not only does she have a face that looks exactly like you, but she also has the same voice as you. The important thing is," Speaking of this, Chu Qing turned his head to look at Xiao Caifu's bloodless face for a moment, but he didn't intend to stop, "She used to be Jing Mozhan's most beloved woman. Do you know why you were so embarrassed when you first met Jing Mozhan?" the man's voice rippled in the air with a little pleasure, "Because Lu Zhizhen is dead." The woman he loved the most died, and of course he was worse than dead, drinking heavily every day, and being decadent and degenerate. ”

"He has always been cold by nature, but he saved you. He wants to marry you, he doesn't mind you having a child, he doesn't mind who you used to be. I don't mind declaring war on me, who has always been well water and not river water, what do you think he is for? Do you really think that he really loves you?"

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