When love is strong.
Song Yiyi frowned and asked Cen Yue, "Why today? Were you not available yesterday or the day before yesterday?"
She still couldn't figure it out.
What is Cen Yue's method?
Why do I always fall for his tricks? Why can't I see through him?
Warm and soft jade in my arms.
Cen Yue was completely out of his mind.
In the light outside, he saw Song Yiyi's rosy cheeks and rosy lips, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up: "Mother agreed."
He wanted to take her to see his dearest ones.
It's not just that.
Cen Yue knew Song Yiyi too well and could see at a glance how embarrassed and awkward she felt when she first arrived.
After the banquet, Cen Yue actually went back to his room.
Song Yiyi was sleeping soundly.
But she curled up beside the bed, her back to the door, her whole body full of defensiveness.
Cen Yue looked for a while and then stepped back.
He hadn't slept at all the night before, and just took a nap on the rattan chair.
Song Yiyi woke up, and when he spoke, he clearly caught the helplessness that flashed across her eyes.
Cen Yuexian hated this feeling of distance.
But he knew that he couldn't follow the same path as Gu Chengze, as that would only push her further away.
Song Yiyi seems carefree and easy-going with everyone.
In fact, he is best at drawing a distance from others, and is always thinking about how to balance the relationship.
㱗She hates being in debt the most.
The harder I tried to be nice to her, the more frightened she became.
They say they love themselves the most, but in fact they are just covering themselves with a protective shell, thinking that they can be indestructible.
Cen Yue thought that the clear soup noodles she made would be nice, and the rice she stole would also be delicious.
At least she would be proud of her own cleverness.
Only when she doesn't feel she owes anything will she be at ease.
Even if we take a step back, what Cen Yue likes to see most is Song Yiyi jumping up and down or having a lot of weird ideas in her mind.
That's how she comes alive.
It's most like her.
Cen Yue raised his hand and slowly smoothed out the wrinkles between Song Yiyi's brows.
She was trapped and could do whatever she wanted.
The rain got heavier at night.
Song Yiyi felt as if she was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, with no power to fight back.
Originally, this marriage was her own initiative.
But Yujue told her that something had changed.
"Yiyi!"
"Yiyi!"
A loud voice instantly brought Song Yiyi back to her senses.
She sat up in bed and tried to respond, but her voice cracked as she opened her mouth: "Here I am."
The gruff voice startled her.
Whose voice is this?!
The loud voice outside the courtyard continued, "Jianing, have the political commissar and Yiyi gone out?"
It’s Aunt Wang.
She knocked on the door and got no response, so she shouted at the next door.
Then another voice sounded, "No, I was sweeping the yard this morning and saw the commander go out. He must have gone to the army."
It sounds soft and weak.
When they spoke, there were also the babbling sounds of babies.
Mixed with the crisp sound of birds, it is very beautiful.
Song Yiyi dragged herself out of bed and picked up a shirt to put on over her nightgown.
Da Zhuang was sleeping in the main room. He raised his head when he heard some noise.
It glanced at Song Yiyi and then lay back down dejectedly.
Aunt Wang wanted to say something, but when she turned around and saw the person who opened the door, she was almost frightened.
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