Ling Momo thought about this, and her mood suddenly broadened.
She smiled sweetly, lowering her head to look at the paper where she had written in graceful handwriting————
1. You are very good, and among all the people I have met, you are the best. I am very lucky to have met you.
2. These days, I have been thinking about you every day (even though you haven’t chatted with me).
3. I think I have already fallen for you...
4. I don’t care about status, money, benefits, or anything at all. I just purely want to be with you...
5. My warmth is not much, but I want to save it all for you, to chase away all the gloom in this world for you.
6. I am willing to waste years for you, without any regr is anyt or regrets...
7. I can’t say why I love you, but I know, you are the reason I don’t love anyone else.
8. Thank you for coming into my world, I hope one day, my world, your world, can become our world.
9. I am waiting for someone, someone who can put a full stop to my lonely story.
10. I didn’t come into this world because of you, but it is because of you that I love this world more.
11. I want to make breakfast for you, wash white shirts for you, and also bear a child for you, raise him with you, and then grow old with you...
12. I don’t want to be your everything. I just want to be your favorite part.
13. Enson, I like you. Can you like me?
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When Ling Momo wasn’t there, Li Qingshen stood in the most luxurious suite of the Imperial Palace, smoking a cigarette. Actually, he rarely smoked, but the faces of Ling Momo and Lu Niange kept appearing in his mind, tangled and chaotic, making him feel unbearably irritable, so he chain-smoked, finding the taste in his mouth bitter.
When he heard the sound of the door, he immediately snuffed out the cigarette and turned to walk toward the door.
The door opened, the door closed, the room was pitch black, and Ling Momo, as usual, stood at the door, not moving rashly, as if she was adapting to the darkness.
Li Qingshen stared at her location, and although it was pitch dark and he couldn’t see anything, he inexplicably sneered, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
In his mind, the scene from that night, under the cherry tree, next to the swing, appeared vividly, like a slow-motion movie scene.
Ling Momo was looking up, her lips shyly curved into a smile, the fine lines visible, and Lu Niange looked down at her with a gentle back. No matter how one looked, they seemed like an extremely happy couple, anyone who saw them would involuntarily praise, "What a stunningly beautiful couple, a pair of happy lovebirds!" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI~Fire.net
The more Li Qingshen thought, the colder his sneer became.
His hands clenched tightly into fists, wishing he could strangle that woman, strangle that man!
He thought, Lu Niange is really capable, hoarding the best of both worlds!
And that Ling Momo, even more so, such a man, yet she is still so obsessed!
Li Qingshen couldn’t think further, feeling he was about to go mad, he was extremely jealous, and also furious, to the point of explosion!
A pain as if to rip his whole body apart spread endlessly from every corner of his body, raging along his veins, wildly shouting.