Growing wild in your heart

At the wedding of the century, he was the groom and she was the maid of honor. When no one was around, she hid with him in the cramped utility room and asked, "Lu Jingbei, do you know what my greatest wish is?" He was silent and wordless, one hand propped on the side of her ear, looking at her with cold eyes. She smiled faintly, stretched out one finger, pointing to the location of his heart, and asked herself, "I want to grow on your heart." She obsessively, stroke by stroke, wrote her name on his heart, but still watched him lead other women into the marriage hall. She didn't hesitate to sell out her relatives, betray her girlfriends, offend the powerful, take the blame, and use all means. As long as he commands, she must be at the forefront, just to be able to enter his eyes, on his heart. When she was tired, she always asked over and over again, "How long will it take to make you fall in love with me?" Is ten years enough? Not enough, then a generation