He wanted to laugh at his current self, four years ago, he thought that he would never change his mind and would only love Chu Chu, but four years later, he couldn't even give Chu Chu a small position in his heart.

He married Chu Chu with a great sense of guilt because he was sorry for her. Other than that, he really can't give her a little bit of his love.

"Yan?" The gloomy but handsome Rong Chen, who was standing beside him, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Rong Yan came back to his senses, only to find that the bride had been led in front of her father.

Rong Erye's face was majestic, and he handed him the bride's hand, Rong Yan glanced at the familiar face under the thin veil, and his eyes that had lost their luster were rolling uneasily.

He slowly reached out and gently grasped the bride's delicate little hand, a shy but satisfied smile on her lips.

Rong Yan's gaze suddenly looked a little strange, he couldn't imagine that he had been so eager for Chu Chu to smile at him, and now, four years later, she really smiled at him.

But instead of the joy he imagined, he had a great boredom.

The bride and groom stand before the priest and begin to proclaim.

The priest read, "Mr. Rong Yan, would you like to marry Miss Ye Chuchu as your wife?" Whether in good times or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sorrowful, will you love her unreservedly and be faithful to her forever? ”

Everyone held their breath and waited for his answer.

The cold and domineering man, with a touch of cold arrogance at the corners of his lips.

No one can see that on one side of the church, there is a huge glass curtain painted with the image of a winged cherub, and there is nothing on the other side of the glass.

Behind the glass, there was a black-haired and green-eyed teenager, sitting on a gorgeous wide seat, supporting his chin with one hand, with a bewitching smile on his face.

Ice green eyes looked at the woman standing next to the glass, one hand pressed tightly on the glass, and the other finger was gently placed on the erect stomach.

Her gaze was heavy with anticipation.

"Do you want him to say no?" The young man laughed, "But, that's the woman he loves the most." ”

"I don't have that hope." Ye Luoluo said half of the lie, in fact, in her heart, she really hoped that he would say no.

But she knew that such a hope was ridiculous.

"Lying." The Black Prince easily exposed her lie, "Does the heartache feel so uncomfortable?" ”

"Okay, you'll feel it someday." Ye Luoluo said lightly, not wanting to turn around to look at the young man's green demonic eyes.

"Me?" Young Young smiled, "Do you think it's possible?" ”

"Why can't it be? Don't you feel guilty about letting me suffer like this? Have you ever thought that maybe one day, the same pain will be doubled upon you. ”

"I don't feel the slightest bit of guilt, I just like to see you in pain, as long as you are in pain, I feel very happy." Rong Rong stretched out his hand and gently slid it over the delicate pattern on the armrest of the chair.

"You know what? I hate stories with perfect endings the most. He laughed.

"Black Prince, have you ever loved someone in your life?"

Rong Rong smiled disdainfully at the corner of his mouth: "What do you think?" ”

Of course she knew that he didn't, and it was impossible for someone like him to fall in love with anyone.

What he loves the most is probably himself.

"Has anyone ever loved you?"