goodbye my sweetheart

It's not Katherine at one end, it's Elena.

Katherine smiled and thought: Stefan is so happy because you are still the telescope, he saw Elena through you.

Stefan at this end of the red carpet looked at Katherine intoxicated. Even the wedding dress studded with diamonds could not compare with her. She was beyond his imagination. The fairy who stepped into the mortal world from the clouds, her erratic and unrealistic beauty made her look like an elf wandering in the galaxy... At this moment, she is walking towards him step by step, and she is about to become his wife, become his wife... the most important part of him.

is this real?He was a little terrified and a little unbelievable.Even though he had carefully arranged all of this, even though he knew she was being forced, he still felt happy at the moment, and still felt that Katherine marrying him was an unbelievably good thing.

Taylor successfully played the role of father and brother, handing Katherine to Stefan at the end of the red carpet.

Stefan held Katherine's hand, and they would hold hands forever.

He glanced at her with a smile, yes, she will be with her from now on, he was so happy that he almost tasted the sweetness in the air.

"Katerina Petrova, are you willing to marry—" the officiant began a routine question.

"—I do!" Katherine answered quickly, as if she couldn't wait.

Taylor in the auditorium smiled happily, and Katherine thought: she successfully played a role that reassured her friends.

"Stefan Salvatore, would you marry Katerina Petrova?"

"I am willing." How could he refuse?He waited more than 100 years for this moment.

They exchanged rings and said their vows.

"Okay, you can kiss the bride now."

Stefan lifted Katherine's veil, and what greeted him was her black eyes as cold as ice, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but one eyebrow raised provocatively, and a few words were written all over her face:

Just-yes-no-feeling-willing.

The look on her face made him flinch too much to kiss her anymore.

Stefan's heart felt like a whip had been whipped, and he knew that from this moment on, the hardest part of his life had begun.

He told himself: Don't be afraid of hurting from her, he has hurt her more in the past.

He dragged her, bent his head and pressed a kiss on her lips, "I love you."

These three words made her lose her mind for a moment.

He sounded like he wanted none other than her, Katherine.

After the kiss was over, they stared at each other inexplicably. They were both too nervous and frightened to feel the kiss in a daze.

At the end of the wedding, the guests sent the bride and groom off.

"Remember, be a good friend with a sense of humor, and don't bother us, you know, during the honeymoon..." Katherine twisted Taylor's ears, made a grimace, and gave a warning with a smile.

Stefan smiled and said nothing, she was trying her best to protect the friend she loved, she was trying to keep him out of danger.

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their wedding night.

Stefan tossed and turned on the bed like a pregnant girl waiting for her lover, his heart full of uneasy sweet anticipation.

Unexpectedly, Katherine never came out after entering the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" He knocked on the door.

"Of course I'm sleeping!" She growled angrily.

No more politeness, he broke the lock and walked in, only to find her curled up in the bathtub in a turtleneck and trousers.

"What do you mean?" She looked angrily at him who broke into the door, "I don't even have the right to sleep?"

"You are my wife—"

Katherine interrupted him angrily, "Even if I'm an actor you hired, I still have off-duty time, and I can't play your Elena 24 hours a day! Mr. Salvatore, it's my off-duty time now, I'm going to sleep!"

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"You are the one who wants to torture me to death! I advise you to take it easy, Stefan, if you kill me, no one will play your Elena anymore! The next double body will have to wait another 600 years! If you don't want to be lovesick If you suffer to death, please be nice to me!"

"That's right, I just want to treat you better!" He hugged her, and she had no room to resist in his arms.

"How could I let my wife sleep in the bathtub." He put her on the bed, leaned over and looked down at her, as gentle as water, getting closer and closer.

"Stefan, I'm Katherine." His tenderness made her tremble and shocked her, even though she knew she was not the one in his eyes.

"Nonsense." He smiled, stretched out his hand to hold her slender wrist, and intersected her fingers. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on her lips. Her lips were cold, her fingers were cold, and her body was trembling slightly. .It was obvious that she didn't enjoy being so close to him.

Her eyes widened in shock, Stefan never offered to approach her.

Stefan sadly accepts the fact that their past intimacy has long since disappeared, and he has to rebuild it all.

Her slender and trembling wrist made him feel distressed. The once strong and mighty Katherine was like a frightened bird at the moment.

Hey, he sighed, looked at her, and thought: She must be tired, and attended an unwilling wedding.

His dark green eyes commanded her, "Sleep."

Like a machine that has been turned off, she quickly fell asleep.

He took her in his arms and put his head against hers.

These days, he had developed the habit of entering her dreams and memories.He longed to empathize with everything about her, he longed to know more about her.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if he had already possessed her, their feelings were closely connected, he felt her trembling, felt all the tortures she suffered in the ancient tomb, every day at five o'clock in the afternoon at ten o'clock Self-mutilation with one knife, the one who loses all dignity with his own blood, the complete despair of love, the heart-piercing pain of being betrayed by his lover...

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The more Katherine suffered, the more desperate Stefan was to make it up to her.

He wanted to make up for everything she had missed.

He told her happily, "I want to take you to a place."

"Yes, I see."

She straightened her hair with a hair dryer, applied dark foundation to give her otherwise pale skin a healthy tan, and then put on a pink casual-style T-shirt and jeans, and she looked perfect in the mirror. Elena-style herself, shaking her head vigorously, trying to shake off those painful memories, she opened the door and walked out.

Stefan sat on the bed nervously waiting for her to come out, it was their first day of marriage.

When he saw her outfit, he frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Even if I don't look like it, you have to believe, Stefan, I did my best." She spread her hands.

"I don't understand." Stefan looked at her suspiciously.

"Isn't that the only use I have for you? To be Elena's stand-in." She rolled her eyes impatiently.

"Why are you pretending to be her?" A rage rose in his chest.

"Really? Do you really want me to say it? Damon and Elena are married, you are stimulated, you are not reconciled, so you asked me to play her to heal your emotional wounds."

"You!" Stefan was so angry that she couldn't even speak. He clenched his hands into fists. He was really afraid that he would lose control and break her neck. He knew that he should accept everything from her and forgive everything from her, but It is so difficult to really do it.

Forget it, he hypnotized her again, "Go to sleep!"

This was their honeymoon, he looked at her in his arms, and found with some annoyance: Although she was so peaceful and beautiful when she was asleep, she was the sharp and rebellious woman he loved the most when she was awake, and the most beloved Difficult to let go, the most reluctant to let go.

He carried her on a private plane, then carried her off the plane, took her in a car, then transferred to a boat, and then went ashore, and finally took her to the treasure land he had been searching for for a long time before he discovered it.

He called softly, "Wake up."

He watched her open her eyes, and the surprise in her eyes gradually turned into joy.

Just because of the white calla lily in front of the valley.

The morning mist is pleasant, covering the whole valley like a veil, and the valley is full of Katherine's favorite flower: calla lily.There are a thousand to ten thousand of them, and they bloom elegantly in the valley, swaying with the wind and stretching their beauty and elegance.

The disbelief in her eyes made him sour, as if she couldn't believe what she saw.

"They're for you—" Stefan whispered in her ear.

With his words, all her joy evaporated.

It...they...are...opened...for...you...

Who is this "you" referring to?

Katherine lowered her head and took a deep breath, she knew very well that the "you" that Stefan said was not Katherine, but Elena.

She feels depressed, she Jane