No... Impossible..." Wang Xibing, no, Dong Xiaohua took a step back now, and the mirror fell to the ground with a clang, breaking into several pieces. He looked at the broken lenses on the ground, each piece reflected the face of the unfamiliar middle-aged woman, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, almost stopping beating.
Isn't he Wang Xibing? Isn't he the programmer who works hard in a big city and dreams of buying a house of his own and marrying a girl he likes? How could she become a middle-aged woman named Dong Xiaohua?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
