Am I disfigured?

Casiano's face was cold, and he didn't say a word, seemingly not wanting to communicate with Ricky.

However, Ricky didn't care. He hooked the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly, "When I was young, I did suffer a lot. When I grew up, I thought that when I had the ability, I would marry her back in glory and let her live worry-free for the rest of her life..."

He paused here, his dim eyes seemed to fall into past memories, "You know, she asked me countless times when I would marry her. I always said wait, wait a bit more. Until now, I realized that some people can't be kept waiting..."

Casiano's indifferent and distant peach blossom eyes gave him a cold glance, "Now you have married her."

Ricky's smile was deep and bitter, "Yes, I have married her..."

Casiano's face, as delicate as a sculpture, gradually darkened, "Congratulations."