Song Zhen looked at him deeply, with guilt, anxiety, pity, and distress in his eyes, but he didn't dodge the slightest bit.
Meng Zisu pointed at him with trembling hands, "You...you are the one who was in the maze..."
"it's me."
Meng Zisu's face turned as pale as paper, and she suddenly yelled hysterically, "Get out, get out of here!! Get out of here!!"
However, instead of leaving, Song Zhen reached out and hugged her, ignoring her struggle, and pressed her firmly in his arms.
Meng Zisu kept roaring, as if venting outrage and humiliation.
However, the cursing slowly turned into a low sob, and finally turned into a heartbroken wail, "Why you? Why you? If it was you... why didn't you come earlier? You know I have been a How did you get here? Uuuuuuuuuu..."
Everyone regards her as a lowly and shameless woman, her family is ashamed of her, relatives and friends spurn her and exclude her, and all her glory and favor are taken away by another woman.
But the man who had promised to protect her and not abandon her hadn't been seen for three years.
Does anyone know how she survived these three years and more than a thousand **** nights? How did you persist until today
Didn't she know that Song Zhen was pursuing her? Such an excellent Song Zhen, if she pursued her, wouldn't she be tempted
How can it be? However, Meng Zisu knew too well the gap between herself and Song Zhen. One was the clouds in the sky and the other was the mud on the ground. How could she be worthy of Song Zhen
But now, Song Zhen actually told her that that person was him three years ago
Does that mean that their fate was decided three years ago
Does that mean that she might be able to accept this man, this destined marriage
Meng Zisu cried in a daze, and fell asleep in Song Zhen's arms.
But this time, although her eyes were red from crying, she had a smile on her face, as if she had let go of all her burdens and slept soundly.
Song Zhen looked at her distressedly, hugged her like this, and let her sleep in his arms all night.
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The next day, when Meng Zisu came to the teaching dormitory, everyone looked at her with smirks.
Wu Jinshui stroked his chin and smiled, "Zisu, you and Senior Song Zhen should be close to each other, right? We've put in a lot of effort in this, and the wedding ceremony will not be without us!"
"Hey, I heard that Venerable Huiyue has been worried that Senior Song Zhen will never marry, and now Senior Song Zhen is finally getting married. Shenyue Palace has to hold a big feast for three days and three nights!"
Meng Zisu was ashamed and ashamed when she heard that, and she turned into anger from shame: "Whoever said I'm going to marry Song Zhen, don't talk nonsense."
As she said that, she ran to Xi Yue's side in a few steps, took the potted spiritual plant in Xi Yue's hand, and said coquettishly: "Mr. "
Xi Yue let out an "oh" and said slowly, "Let the future wife of the Young Master of Shenyue Palace take care of the medicine field for me? Song Zhen won't settle accounts with me later, will he?"
"Mr. Xi Yue, you, you! Why do you even follow them to make fun of me?!"
Meng Zisu stomped her feet angrily, her face flushed red, but the other third class students of water medicine beside her laughed.
Only the three of Jun Hongbo looked at Xi Yue with thoughtful eyes, and then looked at the atmosphere that was obviously different from the usual third class of water doctors, and fell into deep thought.