Spring is Not Late
by Last Winter
About This Novel
On the seventh anniversary, Zhou Yan left the meeting because of a phone call from her. After making up for dinner, we are still lingering with each other. Leave me alone to grieve. He carefully apologized to me. I just smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter, you can go and do your work." On the eve of the wedding, I let him arrange it, and I nodded in agreement with all the decisions. Zhou Yan panicked and asked me why I no longer care about him. I curled my lips and replied: "Before we get married, we are all free." He believed it, hugged me and said, "I must make you the most beautiful bride!" And I looked out the window, looking forward to my freedom. The wedding day. The wedding dress, the wedding room, and me were all buried in the fire. From then on, the mountains and rivers were far apart and we never saw each other again.
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