Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

Zhan Yan dragged her twisted leg and limped over, then opened the door in the direction of the passenger seat. Without waiting for her to sit still, Ji Weiyang stepped on the throttle and the car shot out like an arrow.

The carriage remained silent. Zhan Yan could clearly feel an ice-cold anger coming from the side, she didn't know what Ji Weiyang was angry about. The one who should be angry should be her.

The car drove into the manor and stopped in front of the villa. The two of them sat in their seats, neither of them moving. The long silence made the atmosphere inside the car extremely depressing, making it hard to breathe. In the end, Zhan Yan was not as calm as Ji Weiyang, she felt the stifling sensation in the carriage was unbearable, and subconsciously reached out to push the door, but Ji Weiyang's movements were even faster. He neatly locked the door, then grabbed her wrist and roughly pulled her into her chest.

Don't force me to destroy him