Life is Just Like the First Time We Met, Why is the Autumn Wind Sad to Draw a Fan?
by Bai Pu
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Zhou Xu looked condescendingly at his girlfriend Song Qingshu, "You have been caught in the rain, and you want to tear up other people's umbrellas? You have been burned and disfigured, so you have to burn Tang Xiaofei too? I really misjudged you." The hateful rhetorical questions drove Song Qingshu to the cliff. She forced herself to raise her head and look directly into his angry eyes. "Listen carefully, I didn't..." Zhou Xu stopped the last word. Zhou Xu retracted his hand neatly, picked up the barbecue tongs on the ground, heated them and stuffed them into Song Qingshu's hand. "Listen carefully, I'll burn a scar on the same spot on you, and this matter will be over, otherwise you won't be able to leave here today." Song Qingshu was stunned, as if she could clearly see the man who had loved her for six years for the first time.
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