t For Chiri.

Italy is a very foreign country.

All around are strange scenes, strange intersections, and unfamiliar faces.

For the sake of a man, she flew thousands of kilometers of routes to a completely unfamiliar place.

Her pillar is him, her support is him, and all is him.

She believed in him unconditionally.

However.

He lied to her.

Just think of this.

Qianli's chest seemed to be grabbed hard, and there was a heart-rending pain.

That kind of powerful pain, obviously she doesn't want to feel it anymore, but she can't restrain herself from missing his good-

[I will spend my whole life compensating you. 】

[You are my only fiancée. 】

[Qianli, I love you. 】

Do you love me? 】

【……】

That moment.

Her answer was love.

But.

Why is love so painful, why is it so painful to love someone?

Is it bad to be a killer?

Why should she pursue something that is not her own.

Qianli's emotions that had finally calmed down came up again.

She sensed a burst of heat and humidity in her eyes, so she hurriedly looked up at the sky, but the dazzling sunlight shone straight into her eyes, and she wanted to cry even more.

She couldn't hold back her tears.

But when she bowed her head, she still conceded defeat.

Just in front of it is the Baroque church.

Abroad, that kind of chapel is ubiquitous.

Just yesterday.

She also used to think about being the bride of the emperor's night pupil, which was probably that kind of church, only bigger, more dreamy and elegant.

That image came to mind more than once.

Countless times, really countless times!

As a girl.

The moment the emperor put the ring on her, Qianli began to fantasize about holding a wedding in the church, even if she was not a Christian, but she still thought about it.

Preferably in Paris.

Because Notre-Dame Cathedral is the best church in the world to get married.

She fantasized about her white wedding dress, about her sparkling jewelry, and of course, about more exaggerated scenes......

The kind of scene where you walk with bubbles, petals, and feathers on the side.

Fantasy.

Of course, it does not exist in the world.

Although Qianli understands it very well, she still carries those unrealistic fantasies on the way here, because she believes that the emperor will accompany her to fantasize.

But now everything is broken.

Because the person he is going to marry is not himself at all!

"Woo woo woo ......"

Qianli couldn't hold that string at all.

She crouched on the ground and burst into tears.

Especially as long as I think of the scene where Emperor Yetong married someone else, my chest hurts bloody.

She remembered what Emperor Yefeng said again, [If it were me, it would be too late to hurt you, how could I let you suffer a little grievance, let alone leave you with a cold and ruthless back. 】

Be.

Maybe she's been stupid all along!

Maybe from the beginning to the end, he didn't like himself!

Qianli was about to suffocate in pain.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails seeping into the flesh, trying to reduce the pain in her heart, but to no avail, the pain seemed to penetrate deep into her soul, torturing and tearing herself mercilessly!

This pain.

She never tried again!

She never saw that bastard again!

Chiri suddenly had the idea of leaving here.

Wiping away tears, the corners of her red lips hooked up a mocking smile again.

There is no money, and the airport does not know where it is.

Although those are trivial things, the private jet that I was on with Emperor Yetong when the problem came out, I didn't have an ID card and a passport!

How is she going to get back?