"I'm going to give Ruoruo a perfect wedding, so you have to leave!" Ye Beichen leaned against the sofa, languid and cold. Wu Jin was as cold as stone sculpture, his face again indifferent.,Forbearance and compromise, tolerance and compassion, in exchange for escalating humiliation and torment. My heart is weary.,"Come on, Ruoru is still waiting in the car. If I wait too long, she'll get angry."。