This kind of woman was very arrogant.
Moreover, this kind of arrogance was hidden in her heart. Her attitude toward people and other aspects of life gave people a sense of propriety and courtesy.
No one could enter her heart, and nothing could touch her.
In the depths of her heart was an arctic glacier that had not melted for ten thousand years. It was very cold. She always gave people a sense of distance.
Such a woman would not be willing to let her fate be controlled by others. She had a strong sense of self. No one had expected that she would agree to marry a son of a b*tch like Berg.
This caused Lugh to be a little stunned.
"Sister, it's still not too late to leave. It's just an absurd divination. Is there a need to sacrifice a lifetime of happiness?"
Little Wilson came into the house and saw his sister dressed up. His heart ached and he could not help but continue to persuade her against the marriage.