The atmosphere in the train compartment remained silent.
Ye Lantian kept looking out the window, not giving Zhuo Yue a single glance.
Her feelings were very complicated, and there was an indescribable bitterness in her heart.
She clearly remembered that this wasn't a real marriage; in her brother's eyes, this was just a child's game, and after today, everything would return to calm.
She and Zhuo Yue would still have no connection.
She was only a substitute for Sister Ningyue, and besides, the person he wanted to marry was always Sister Ningyue, so after completing the wedding, Sister Ningyue would still be his wife.
And she would be nothing.
"Haven't you never liked me? How come you're becoming the bride today, hmm?"
At some point, Zhuo Yue sat closer to her, leaning his head on her slender shoulder, breathing warmly.
When they parted, it was in that sea area.
He still remembered her heartlessness back then.
And he remembered every word he had said to her.
