Luo Jiaojiao was wearing a red wedding dress, tightly clutching the veil embroidered with auspicious dragons and phoenixes in her hand. There was a suitcase at her feet, and her heart was filled with helplessness and fear.
Leng Mohan stood in front of the door, wearing a neat military uniform, with no joy on his face, but his deep eyes hid an unknown secret. He stretched out his hand and said coldly, "Let's go, my wife."
Luo Jiaojiao felt as if her steps were nailed to the ground. She looked up at Leng Mohan, trying to find a trace of warmth on his face. But his eyes were like an icy lake in the cold winter, so cold that it made people tremble.
Luo Jiaojiao suddenly looked back, the door of Luo's house was closed, and no one was there to see her off. Just like that, she became someone else's wife.
The feeling of loss surged into her heart like a tide. Those people with whom she had spent eighteen years, although not related by blood, had already left a deep mark on her life. She had regarded them as her closest relatives since she was a child, and now that they were gone, the void in her heart seemed unfillable.
The neighbors watched her wedding with cold eyes, perhaps even with some malicious ridicule. Luo Jiaojiao's heart became even heavier, but she knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, she could only go on bravely.
"Luo Jiaojiao, a pheasant is still a pheasant after all, and it can never turn into a phoenix. When Luo Meihui came back, not only did you not try to please her, but you hurt her instead. It's really heartbreaking. The Luo family loved you so much, but you were so indifferent to them. You occupied Luo Meihui's identity, but repaid their kindness with resentment." Du Fei stared at Luo Jiaojiao coldly, his words like a knife.
Du Fei turned her eyes to the soldier who came to pick up Luo Jiaojiao. He was wearing a military uniform, with an upright posture and handsome face, but his eyes were cold. She knew that if Luo Jiaojiao married such a man, she would probably not be able to escape the tragic fate. He looked cold and ruthless.
Luo Jiaojiao, beautiful but empty, as fragile as a vase, with no substance inside, will eventually be abandoned by the world. Du Fei's eyes flashed with malice, and he was endlessly jealous of her.
The two were neighbors, and had always been compared to each other since childhood. Especially because of their stunning looks, Du Fei was even ridiculed as Luo Jiaojiao's personal maid when she was a child.
Now, Luo Jiaojiao's reputation has plummeted, and she has become a fake in the eyes of everyone. How can Du Fei tolerate her being compared with himself?
"I have never harmed Luo Meihui!" Luo Jiaojiao's voice was trembling as she tried to defend herself. But Du Fei's eyes were filled with sarcasm and she was not moved at all.
"Are you saying that Luo Meihui is wrongly accusing you? What a joke. I think you are just jealous that she is her biological daughter and you are just a fake, so you say this."
"The Luo family has already prepared a dowry for you. Do you still want to frame Luo Meihui for framing a fake like you? You are such an ungrateful person who only knows how to take."
The crowd also echoed: "That's right, Luo Jiaojiao, you are too ungrateful. The Luo family raised you for eighteen years, not only are you ungrateful, but you also bite back and ruin their reputation. It's really shameful."
"I didn't do it." Luo Jiaojiao's voice trembled slightly. She looked at the people in front of her. They seemed eager to convict her, but no one knew the truth. She bit her lower lip tightly, helpless tears flashing in her eyes, but she didn't know how to defend herself.
Luo Jiaojiao's eyes finally couldn't bear the weight of the tears, and the tears rolled down. Her emotions completely collapsed and she cried helplessly.
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