After the Real Young Master Died, the Fake Young Master Cried Miserably
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The day I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I smashed my father's antique vase and cut up the orchids my mother had carefully cultivated. Finally, I pushed the fake young master into the fountain pool. Then, in their stunned and shocked eyes, I packed my luggage and got on a plane to a remote town. The last moments of life. I no longer want to compromise or try to please. I settled into the small town. But I didn't expect that the fake young master would come over the mountains and ridges. His expensive and clean sneakers were full of mud. He wiped the mud and looked at me fiercely. "Su Qing, even if you run to the ends of the world, I won't let you go!" "Even if you die, I will dance in front of your grave and make you regret that you died like this!" "How about it, do you still dare to die?"
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