An Yuan'er felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill rising from the soles of her feet and gradually extending to her head.
"Yuanyuan."
"We were husband and wife."
"Shengfen."
Such intimate terms of address and such wording are clearly not appropriate for two people who have only met briefly a few times.
But An Yuan'er was quite certain that in this lifetime, since Gu Chuzhi returned from his studies abroad, the two of them had never even spoken face to face. Today, Gu Chuzhi was acting unusually.
An Yuan'er, with a strength she didn't know she had, struggled fiercely and pushed Gu Chuzhi away, creating a small distance between them.
An Yuan'er disgustedly wiped the saliva off her ears.
In their past life, even as husband and wife, they had never been this intimate. Now, An Yuan'er has someone she truly loves, and such touch only fills her with disgust and revulsion.
The girl rubbed hard, and before she knew it, her ears were red from rubbing.
"Lord Gu seems to be drunk, he's starting to talk nonsense. I'll go and fetch your servant for you, Lord Gu, please have some self-respect." After saying this, An Yuan'er turned and ran away as if trying to escape.
But before he could take more than a few steps, a chilling laugh rang out behind him.
"Yuan Yuan, how can you possibly escape?"
“Regardless of past or present life, you, An Yuan’er, should be my wife, Gu Chuzhi’s wife.”
"I know you understand what I mean. If you pretend not to, then I won't mind reminding you. In the spring of the thirteenth year of Tiansheng, the An and Gu families held a grand wedding. Gu Chuzhi, the eldest son of the Prime Minister's family, brought Miss An, the Fourth Miss, into his home with a ten-mile-long red bridal procession and eight sedan chairs. I remember that the whole city came to give us their blessings. I will never forget that on our wedding night, you were wearing a fiery red wedding dress, sitting by the bed. The moment I lifted your veil with the ceremonial scale, your face was as shy as a flower, and you blushed as you said to me..."
An Yuan'er shook her head, unable to listen any longer. She said excitedly, "Gu Chuzhi, have you said enough?"
Gu Chuzhi walked up to An Yuan'er again, his hoarse voice brushing against her ear: "Hehe. You can't even handle this? But I haven't said enough yet!"
Gu Chuzhi continued, "On our wedding night, you told me that marrying me was your greatest fortune. You said you would be a compliant and gentle bride. You said that Gu Chuzhi and An Yuan'er, even our names sound like a pair of people, destined to be together for life."
In her past life, when An Yuan'er was infatuated with Gu Chuzhi, she wished she could say all the love words she could in a lifetime.
Unfortunately, all that deep affection was misplaced.
On their wedding night, the two slept fully clothed. Gu Chuzhi married An Yuan'er, treating her merely as an exquisite decoration in the house, and never touched her.
The thirteen years of Tiansheng that Gu Chuzhi mentioned were naturally not from this life, but from his previous life.
For no apparent reason, An Yuan'er's face was already covered in tears.
She didn't know why she was crying. She clearly no longer loved the person in front of her, but she still felt a sense of desolation and emptiness in her heart. It seemed as if she was crying for An Yuan'er from her previous life.
The girl in her past life believed she had married the man she loved, but little did she know that it was only the beginning of her life's tragedy.
Fate played a cruel trick on An Yuan'er, who knew that she wasn't the only one who had been reborn; he was too.
Gu Chuzhi's hand gently brushed across the girl's face, his brows furrowed with a hint of heartache: "My dear Yuanyuan, don't cry. It breaks my heart to see you crying like this. I know you're angry that I haven't treated you well. In this lifetime, I will definitely make up for everything I owe you."
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