Started as a poor little girl

Li Lulu turned around silently and her eyes fell on Wei Lingheng.

His face was as pale as white paper, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his cheekbones were unusually prominent, and his eyes were dull and bloodshot.

The whole person looked extremely haggard and tired, as if he had been knocked to the ground by an invisible pressure.

This full sense of brokenness makes people feel that if it is touched lightly, it will instantly shatter like glass.

Li Lulu felt a pang in her heart, her eyes suddenly became moist, tears welled up in her eyes, and her heart trembled with pain.

She knew clearly what Wei Lingheng had been through, but she couldn't say a word of comfort.

She tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to burst out, fearing that she would lose her composure in front of him.

At the same time, she didn't dare to look directly into his eyes that were filled with pain and sorrow, as if looking at them for one more moment would break her heart into countless pieces.

Wei Lingheng carefully took out an exquisite mahogany box from his arms and gently handed it to her, his eyes full of affection:

"This is a gift for you. It contains both a gift for your coming of age and a gift for our wedding."

Li Lulu was slightly stunned and stretched out her slender hand to take the mahogany box, but just when she was about to touch the box, Wei Lingheng suddenly grabbed her hand.

Their palms touched each other. Although it was early summer, their hands were extremely cold.

Li Lulu tried hard to break free from Wei Lingheng's restraints, but his grip was too tight, making her unable to move.

She bit her lip and said cruelly, "Wei Lingheng, please respect yourself. Tomorrow I will marry and become a princess."

This sentence is not only a warning to Wei Lingheng, but also a reminder to myself.

A bitter smile appeared on Wei Lingheng's lips, and that smile was filled with endless bitterness and helplessness:

"Haha...yes! Yes! I lost my sense of propriety and offended the girl."

He slowly loosened his hands, as if he had lost all the strength in his body.

Li Lulu tightly grasped the gift box in her hand. She held it so tightly that her nails dug deeply into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

At this moment, her heart had already been consumed by pain.

"Well, thank you very much for the generous gift, General Wei. I hope you can come and have a few drinks tomorrow."

Li Lulu forced a smile, but every word pierced her heart like a knife.

Wei Lingheng smiled slightly and answered firmly, "Of course, of course. I will definitely drink a few more glasses of wine at Lulu's wedding."

His eyes always stayed on Li Lulu, as if he wanted to see her true thoughts deep down inside through her strong appearance.

How could he not feel heartbroken? He knew clearly that Lulu was trying to provoke him, but he had to pretend that he knew nothing.

"If there is nothing else, please go back!" Li Lulu felt like she could not hold on any longer and her heart ached so much that she felt like she was suffocating.

Wei Lingheng didn't say anything more, just turned around, and disappeared into the night after a few rises and falls.

Li Lulu stared blankly in the direction he left, her whole body seemed to be frozen, standing there motionless.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string.

She suddenly collapsed to the ground helplessly, sobbing silently.

Sometimes he cried bitterly, sometimes he smiled foolishly. The scene was really sad and miserable.

Wei Lingheng stood quietly not far away and watched all this. Wasn't he crying his heart out?

Seeing Lulu in so much pain, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife and he could not bear the pain.

He hated his own incompetence. Why couldn't he completely eradicate the root of the trouble - Li Zhenzhu!

Now that such bitter consequences have been caused, I am left with only regret.

Li Lulu was so heartbroken that she fainted.

Just as Wei Lingheng was about to fly over to save her, a figure came running over.

It turned out to be Yue Xiangmei, who came to look for her daughter, and she happened to witness this scene.

Yue Xiangmei was extremely anxious, and immediately turned to Li Qingping who was following closely behind her and shouted, "Go quickly, ask Doctor Li to come over!"

Li Qingping did not dare to delay and ran away immediately.

Not long after, Dr. Li arrived at the scene.

He walked quickly to the bed and carefully took the pulse of the person on the bed.

After a while, Doctor Li frowned, shook his head gently, and sighed:

"Alas! I wonder why these young people have to make things so difficult for themselves!"

Li Qinze really couldn't understand why these young people tortured themselves like this.

Matters of the heart should be simple and clear. If you don't like someone, just reject them directly. If you like them, then pursue them bravely. Why bother with so much confusion?

He shook his head helplessly, finding this kind of thing really puzzling.

However, as a doctor, he still fulfilled his responsibilities.

After prescribing a dose of tranquilizing soup, Li Qinze put his hands behind his back and swaggered out of the room.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Li Lulu finally slowly opened her eyes.

She saw her parents guarding her bedside, their eyes filled with guilt and determination.

At this moment, she secretly made an important decision in her heart...

She must never make her family worry like this again, she must become more resilient and strong.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly. Today was the day my beloved daughter was getting married. On this special day, as a mother, dressing her daughter showed its importance and deep affection.

Yue Xiangmei got up early and dressed up carefully. She thought to herself: I am one of the protagonists today and I must not be impolite and embarrass my daughter.

After washing up, she moved to Li Lulu's boudoir.

At this time, the daughter had already changed into her bright red wedding dress and was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, quietly waiting for her mother to comb her hair and put it into a bun.

Yue Xiangmei walked lightly behind her daughter, and the maids and nannies who had been helping her wash and dress tactfully withdrew quietly. Usually, moments like this were the time for the mother and daughter to have some intimate conversations.

These servants were very smart and knew they should avoid it at this moment.

Yue Xiangmei gently picked up the wooden comb and carefully combed her daughter's silky long hair.

Her movements were skillful and delicate, as if she was carving a precious work of art.

Every time I comb my hair, it is filled with deep maternal love and blessings.

As the wooden comb moved, my daughter's hair was neatly combed, exuding a faint fragrance.

While combing her hair carefully, Yue Xiangmei whispered auspicious words full of beautiful meanings:

"Wearing your hair from head to toe, you will grow old together. May you and your future partner stay together through thick and thin, until you are old and gray."

"Two combs to the end, the love between husband and wife will last forever. I hope you can support each other, help each other, and your love will last forever."

"Comb your hair three times to the roots, and you will have many children. I pray to God to bless you and let you have a happy family with many children."

"Combing your hair four times to the ends brings you good fortune and longevity. May you live a long and healthy life, enjoy peace and happiness, and enjoy the gifts of life."

"Wearing five combs to your temples brings prosperity and good fortune. May you live a prosperous life, have good luck, and everything goes well."

Li Lulu sat quietly on the chair, gazing at her mother's figure through the bronze mirror.

She had a sweet smile on her face, as if she wanted to tell her mother in this way that she didn't care about this marriage.

However, Yue Xiangmei could feel her daughter's inner grievance and helplessness.

She knew very well that the person her daughter really loved was not the man who was about to become her husband, but someone else.

But in this era, women often had no choice but to get married, and it was common to marry someone they didn't like.

Thinking of this, Yue Xiangmei couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

Despite this, she chose to silently support her daughter's decision because she understood that this was fate.

But as a mother, she can't help but feel sorry for her child and regret that she can't pursue the happiness that truly belongs to her.

Her eyes were slightly red, as if tears were glistening in them, but there was still a faint smile on the corners of her mouth. The wooden comb in her hand gently slid across her hair, continuing to comb it for the sixth time.

With gentle movements, she whispered, "Comb the six combs behind the ears, and may my son be smart and clever."

These auspicious words seem to carry the mother's endless expectations and blessings for her daughter.

Then, she began to comb her hair to the seventh position, chanting, "Combing the seventh comb to the forehead, praying for peace and success."

Every comb is filled with deep love, warming the heart like a spring breeze.

Then it was the eighth comb. She moved the comb to the top of her head and said slowly, "The eighth comb is to the top of my head, praying for peace in my home."

At this moment, the whole room seemed to be filled with a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.