Pastoral fierce wife busy farming

Chapter 2377 2382 Not stained with dust
"Hurry up, I don't want to see you!" Luoluo cried and pushed Xiao Yun and the others out, then closed the door fiercely, leaning against the door panel, and slowly slid down.

Luoluo sat on the ground hugging her knees, crying helplessly and desperately.

She was lonely for half her life, and she finally met someone she liked, and she was able to get married and start a small family of her own. Why did God make such a big joke on her.

She lost her virginity at a young age, she was still a child who didn't understand anything at that time, what did she do wrong?
"Why did God treat me like this, why is my life so miserable? Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Luoluo cried desperately, crying so hard that she couldn't catch her breath, crying out all the despair of her life.

After the initial violent emotional fluctuations passed, Luoluo cried for a while, and gradually stopped crying.

Her eyes turned from sadness to panic, she looked around, the room covered with red silk, muttered to herself: "No, I can't lose all of this... Zhao Nian is my happiness for the rest of my life, I can't lose him, I can't! Yes, I haven't lost my virginity, Xiao Yun and Mudan both lied to me. The two of them must have made up a lie together to prevent me from getting married, yes, it must be like this!"

As Luoluo spoke, she wobbled up from the ground, because she is a master of martial arts, she almost fell several times this time.

Luoluo almost couldn't stand upright, she leaned on the table and chairs with hands and feet and threw herself in front of the dressing table.

In the mirror, there was a face that was already crying, with red and swollen eyes, full of panic and fear of losing.

"Today is my big day, nothing can destroy or take away my happiness!" Luoluo grabbed the rouge box on the dressing table, sniffed, faced the mirror, and vigorously wiped the tears on her face with a handkerchief makeup.

Every time she wiped it, she used such force that she wished she could wipe off the skin.

After all the dirt on her face was wiped off, Luoluo threw away the veil, and the veil fell on the dressing table. The original white veil was stained by powder, especially the bright red lip balm. Printed a red mark.

The red marks made Luoluo's mind recall that night of nightmares, the blood on the bed sheets.

Sudden anger filled her eyes, she grabbed the veil and tore it fiercely with her hands: "If I destroy this unclean thing, no one will know about it! No one will know about it!"

The handkerchief was torn into pieces by Luoluo, and the pieces fell to the ground, and the original appearance could no longer be seen.

Luoluo faced the mirror, looked at her pale and bloodless face in the mirror, quietly picked up the rouge, and showed a stiff and weird smile in the mirror.

She re-painted herself, painted her eyebrows, put on rouge, and lipstick.

Slowly, a face with perfect makeup appeared in the mirror again. This makeup was like a mask, covering all her sadness and helplessness.

Luoluo looked at herself for a long time, then put down the things in her hands in satisfaction, and called the maid again to come in and comb her messy hair.

The lady combing her hair was busy combing her hair, with a happy and expectant smile hanging on the corner of Luo Luo's mouth: "Today is my big day, comb my hair well, my husband will like it when I see you."

"Yes! Young Madam is so beautiful, Young Master will definitely like it." The old woman flattered with a smile.

Luo Luo also smiled, concealing the bitterness and worry in her eyes, she gently touched her face, she looked so pure, as beautiful as white paper.

Like all first-time brides, free from dust.

(End of this chapter)