The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

"No, he won't do this to me. He said he would take responsibility. How could he embarrass me on our wedding day? No, ... I don't believe it..."

Lin Nuoer tore off the red veil that symbolized purity and happiness.

It was like the last fig leaf had been torn off.

There was an unyielding light in her eyes, like that of an "immortal cockroach".

She stood up suddenly, and her embroidered shoes seemed to be equipped with springs, and she rushed out of the bridal chamber with three steps and one stumble.

The posture looks like that of a female warrior who is about to start a copy of "tearing apart the scumbag with bare hands".

However, when she stumbled to the outside of Yaoyao Residence, she heard low panting sounds, which stopped her in her tracks.

Outside Yaoyao Residence, the moonlight was hazy and the breeze carried a hint of malicious coolness.

It seemed as if even the wind was laughing at her situation.

But the sound coming from the house was like the most harsh music, striking Lin Nuoer's heart directly.

She staggered and fell to the ground.

The muffled groaning sound of someone falling to the ground was particularly clear in the quiet night, and it seemed that even the wind had stopped and was ready to watch the fun.

The blushing and heart-pounding voice inside detected Lin Nuoer's presence.

As if it was a deliberate provocation, there was a brief silence for a few seconds.

Then, it was as if the accelerator key was pressed, becoming more intense and unbridled.

It is simply a negative example of "silence is better than sound here", which directly evolved into "if this sound is not heard, there will be a wave to come".

Lin Nuoer stood in the moonlight, her shadow stretched out long.

Lin Nuoer's eyes changed from initial shock to disbelief.

Gradually it settled into a deep ocean with turbulent waves mixed with angry flames and sad drizzle.

And a subtle but extremely firm sprout of "hatred".

Her tightly pursed lips were like a bowstring about to break, ready to release astonishing power at any moment.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. It was a silent battle between her and the little devil in her heart that was ready to move and try to devour her sanity.

"Brother Chen, today is our wedding night. How could you..."

Lin Nuo'er's voice was low and trembling.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, carrying with it endless bitterness and unwillingness.

She looked up in the direction of Yaoyao Residence, where the lights were dim, reflecting a truth that she didn't want to face.

The night was as dark as ink, and the stars seemed to feel the heaviness, twinkling even fainter.

Everything was silent, except Lin Nuo'er's heart, which was like the sea surface washed by violent storms and could not calm down for a long time.

She did not choose to escape, but instead seemed to be pulled by an inexplicable force.

He walked slowly to the stone steps at the side, gently brushed off the dust on them, and sat down.

This action is both a helpless compromise with reality and a persistence of one's own emotions.

The pot of wedding wine taken out from the sleeve.

It seemed as if it was the comfort she prepared for herself, and every bite was a farewell to the past and an expectation for the future.

"Since I can't sleep, let this wine accompany me through this long night."

Lin Nuoer smiled self-deprecatingly, raised her glass to the moon, and she and her shadow made three people.

The wine went down her throat, spicy with a hint of sweetness, just like her mood at the moment, complex and subtle.

As the alcohol gradually took over, Lin Nuoer's thoughts began to wander.

She sometimes recalled the sweet times she had with Brother Chen.

The oath and promise still seem to echo in my ears.

Sometimes I am pulled back by the cruelty of reality.

The voices from Yaoyao Residence were like sharp blades, cutting her heart again and again.

Until the second half of the night, when the sky in the east began to turn pale.

The first ray of morning light peeked out shyly, and the noise inside Yaoyao Residence finally died down.

During this long wait, Lin Nuoer gradually lost consciousness, tilted her head, and fell into a deep sleep.

There were still traces of tears on her face, but a faint smile unexpectedly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Perhaps in her dream, she found her own peace and tranquility.

However, when the morning light sneaks into every corner like a naughty child, it dyes the earth with gentle gold.

However, after a hangover, Lin Nuoer slowly opened her eyes with a splitting headache.

She found herself curled up on the stone steps outside Yaoyao Residence, with scattered wine jugs and several empty cups beside her.

It was like the remnants of last night's revelry, silently telling the story of an unfinished love affair.

It was unusually quiet inside Yaoyao Residence at this moment.

It was as if the "big show" last night had never happened.

Lin Nuoer looked up at the tightly closed doors and windows, feeling mixed emotions, and gave a bitter smile to herself.

“It seems that I am not only a listener, but also a gatekeeper.”

She struggled to stand up. Her wedding dress had already been stained by night dew and dirt, and was wrinkled just like her mood.

Lin Nuoer was not in a hurry to tidy up, but instead deliberately displayed her embarrassment to the fullest.

She staggered towards the gate of Yaoyao Residence step by step.

I was thinking about how to deal with everything that was about to happen.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a disheveled, dazed-looking woman walked out. It was Liu Yaoyao.

The two people's eyes met, and an awkward and subtle atmosphere instantly filled the air.

"Hey, isn't this the bride? Why, you didn't get enough of the show last night, so you plan to come for an extra show today?"

Liu Yaoyao wanted to ridicule, but when she saw Lin Nuoer's expression that said "I've seen through everything", her words turned into a wry smile.

Lin Nuoer ignored her provocation and instead looked Liu Yaoyao up and down.

She said in mock surprise.

"Oh, sister, did you just come down from the stage? This outfit is really 'such clothes are only found in heaven, and are rarely worn in the world'!"

When Liu Yaoyao heard this, her face turned pale and she was about to lose her temper.

But Lin Nuoer suddenly changed the subject and her tone became serious.

"But seriously, sister, do you think it's worth it? Fighting with me for a man?"

Liu Yaoyao was stunned. She didn't expect Lin Nuoer to say such a thing.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Liu Yaoyao finally took off her disguise and smiled bitterly.

"Maybe, but everyone has their own obsessions and choices."

Lin Nuoer nodded and did not continue the topic.

"Sister, I'll go prepare the tea."

After saying that, she turned and left. Although her steps were heavy, her eyes were unusually firm.

Liu Yaoyao, looking at Lin Nuo'er's back getting farther and farther away, felt ripples in her heart.

As Lin Nuoer left, Liu Yaoyao stood where she was, looking into the distance with a complicated look.

She took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the hesitation and uneasiness into her chest, and then turn it into a force to support her to face everything that was to come.

After returning to her residence, Liu Yaoyao began to seriously examine her life.

For a long time, she has been fighting for a man's heart, but has ignored her true pursuits and values.

On the other side, Lin Nuoer returned to her room and did not immediately change out of her wrinkled wedding dress.

She sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at herself in the mirror quietly.

Her eyes gradually changed from confusion to determination, as if at this moment, she had regained the courage and strength she had lost for a long time.

"Brother Chen, if it weren't for her, would we have had a different ending?"

Lin Nuoer whispered to herself, then she stood up, took off her wedding dress, and changed into a simple and elegant dress.