Seven years ago, underage Lin Mian held Qin Feng’s hand, innocently believing they would have a wonderful future together.
But all Qin Feng left him was night after night of waiting, followed by a sudden goodbye.
Seven years later, Qin Feng returned to the country as a hot new name in their circle, but his eyes were fixed only on Lin Mian, the fallen young master of the Lin family.
The grand banquet hall was packed with distinguished guests, glasses clinking as they mingled. In a dark corner where no one could see, Lin Mian gripped his cigarette, his thin lips parting in a half-smile. “Qin Feng, want to be with me? Get in line first. But even if your number comes up, it’ll probably be in your next life.”
The not-so-serious blurb: You were the one who wanted to break up. So we broke up. Now you’re trying to win me back with your so-called true love.
I accidentally heard this article while listening to a book, and found that it suited my taste, so I read the original text. Come on!
It's beautiful, but I thought it was annoying at first.