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In fact, I just want to cover up a confused brain. What should I do? What should I do? Does Dad know? "Go ahead. I know." Zhang Guowen seemed to hear the panic in her mind. "There are still thirty thousand..." Liu Liu could not stop, almost broke down and cried out. How can this money be enough? Zhang Guowen closed his eyes in Liu Liu's cry. Thirty thousand? He knew Liu Cui would leave, but he didn't expect her to be so cruel. For Zhang Guowen, life has exhausted all his energy. What is love? He doesn't understand. All he knew was that Liu Cui was his woman, he was a man, and he wanted to support the family.

“Wouldn’t it be better to have a child with a woman you actually love? And then get the chance to have a strong bond with your child?” He straightened slightly, his expression hardening. My heart slammed against my chest because I didn’t know if he was angry. “Love is nothing but an illusion,” he said flatly. I rolled my eyes before I could stop myself. “One I’m not willing to indulge in,” he added. “Love is not an illusion,” I argued, feeling an odd sense of responsibility to challenge his cynical mindset. “Yes, it is,” he countered. “Not just an illusion, but also a weakness. I don’t believe in any of it.”

How could he call me cruel and heartless? Seeing this, Cassandra pretended to be considerate and understanding. She tugged on Sebastian's sleeve and said, "Mr. Ford, forget it. Ms. Robinson didn't do it on purpose. She's just jealous that we used to be lovers. "She's afraid that I'll take you away now that I'm back. That's why she hired those thugs to teach me a lesson. She made a mistake because she's too in love with you. There's no need to apologize. Ms. Robinson only hated me out of love for you, and I can understand that."

"There's no such thing as true love, or love at first sight. Love is an illusion." "You're wrong." Isabella retorted. "Just because you've never been in love, it doesn't mean love doesn't exist." Antonio was silent for a moment. His thumb paused their slow movement as he stared at her. "Tell me, amore." He said finally. "Have you ever been in love?" Isabella's heart hammered wildly within her. She had no idea why, but when she thought of being in love, it was his face that appeared. There was no way she would fall for someone like Antonio. It was impossible.

"See? You can't buy love with money or power. When someone loves another, they respect them, treat them well, and trust them. That's love. I want to be happy." Her words seemed sincere, but how could anyone only want love and kindness from another? She didn't understand that there are many assholes in this world and many traitors. There is no such thing as love that lasts forever. "That's just an illusion, which will break sooner or later, and you'll have to face reality." "Illusion or not, I want to try it." She stared into my eyes, and I stared back. Her lips were slightly parted, and I imagined how I would slip my tongue in and kiss her with all my might, kissing her until we could no lon

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

Love? She didn’t believe in it. To Imani Kane, love was nothing more than a chemical illusion, endorphins at play. Hormones pretending to be destiny. “It’s just biology,” she said softly, swirling the wine in her glass. “Like a monthly period.” Her tone was calm, almost detached, but her eyes told a different story hollow, distant, yet burning with unspoken pain. “I never understood why poets, actors, or novelists glorify it,” she went on. “As if love is the cure to all misery. But it’s not. Love doesn’t save the world

“Because I felt guilty. I couldn’t bear the smiles and happiness when I knew deep down what I was doing was wrong.” “No.. you can stop lying to me, and importantly to yourself. You ran away because you have fallen in love with him and uncharted waters like that scare you, so you can away.” “Love is an illusion.” “Is what you keep saying, but I see it, we see it, I don’t know if your man sees it.” I shake my head vigorously. “Love doesn’t exist. And I know when to draw the line between reality and what’s in my head.

“I know you better than you know yourself.” I exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the weight of his certainty. “Love is an illusion,” I whispered, my voice carrying the bitterness of a truth too raw to admit fully. “It makes us worship those who don’t deserve our blind faith. You shouldn’t do it.” “Then tell me what should I do, love?” I clenched my fists, the storm inside me breaking loose. “HATE ME! YOU SHOULD HATE ME! You should despise the mere sight of me!”

Their love story was one for the ages, a testament to the power of connection and creativity. As they hugged, Akira whispered, "I'll paint our love story forever." Taro smiled, knowing their love would be a masterpiece. *The Wedding* Their wedding was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements. Akira's art studio was transformed into a stunning venue, filled with flowers, candles, and her vibrant paintings. Taro's colleagues and Akira's friends gathered to celebrate their love. As Akira walked down the aisle, Taro's eyes sparkled with happiness. They exchanged vows, promising to love and support each other through life's joys and challenges.