Three years, 1095 days, how did she wait? Again, what kind of expectation is it?

Three years ago today, she and Fang Yichen held a wedding, but his mother died on this day!

He is a native of Nanyue, and he has been filial piety for three years, and she has no opinion, because she has loved him for so many years, so why should she care about waiting for three more years?

Three years ago, he said apologetically: "Ah, I'm sorry, our cave candles will be moved to three years later." ”

She nodded, comforting him who was sad and sad, it didn't matter, wasn't it just three years, just a blink of an eye.

It was indeed in the blink of an eye, she was still looking forward to their cave candles, but he had long forgotten about them.

Three years ago, every word he said was engraved in her heart, and he must have never taken it to heart.

She pressed her hand to her chest, obviously she had put it down, she had already made a decision, and she was very strong.

However, for what, at this moment, seeing everything he had carefully prepared, and watching his desire to wait for three years finally fail, his heart was still so painful?

I walked over, step by step, although very slowly, but finally I still walked to the bedside.

Stretched out his hand and stroked the quilt with gold thread, the silky smooth feeling came from the palm of his hand, obviously cold, but when it touched her palm, it was as hot as fire, almost scalding her hand, also, burning her heart.

No more, she didn't want to see such a picture, because this picture was too beautiful, and he didn't deserve to have beautiful things, so she didn't need to keep it.

Thinking of this, he turned around almost as fast as he could, opened the drawer under the dresser, took out the scissors he bought when he got married three years ago, and then, at a lightning speed, began to cut the dazzling red, the mattress that he had been looking forward to for three years but finally failed.

The quilt, the sheets, the pillows, and the two pairs of soft slippers, An Mujin gritted her teeth, cutting and tearing scissors after scissors.

The neat and beautiful quilt quickly tore to shreds under her scissors, and the white down flew out, and after a while, the room was covered with snow like goose feathers

Fang Yichen walked into the room and saw such a scene, the sky was full of goose feather-like snow, and in the heavy snow sat a woman dressed in black, she was sitting in the middle of the big bed, and the whole dazzling red under her body was shattered into thin strips at the moment when she waved the scissors, like a red ribbon flying in the wind.

He had never thought that she had such a ruthless side, and he had never thought that she had such a crazy side, and he never thought that she would hate him so much!

Those scissors were obviously tied to the quilt and pillow, but he didn't know what Lu Dao was for, and suddenly, he actually had an illusion, as if the scissors were all pierced in his heart.

As her hands kept getting up and down, more and more feathers flew out of the quilt and pillow—

And her body, her head, was covered with feathers, and when she looked at it, it was as if she was covered by heavy snow.