As soon as Tang Ying returned to China, she had her first blind date in her life by chance. In order to screw up, she dressed up as a flamingo.
But when the handsome and mature man in front of her slowly overlapped with the young boy in her memory, she wished she could crawl into the cracks in the ground. The saddest thing in the world was to be embarrassed in front of her ex!
The man's eyes were indifferent, and he only said coldly: Why are you getting uglier?
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The young Ji Mingyan was burdened with several mountains on his back. His father was in jail, his mother was sick, and he was broken. The high-spirited young man became sensitive and had low self-esteem, and it was difficult to see hope.
And that girl was like the strongest sunshine in summer, breaking into his life without warning and illuminating his gloomy life.
Too beautiful things are always short-lived. When he worked hard to remove the mountain on his back, she was already gone.
Standing at the pinnacle of his life, it was hard for him to be happy anymore.
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A lot can change in five years, but my love for you will never change.
[Cheerful, kind, sincere and brave] Tang Ying VS [Mature, calm, loyal] Ji Mingyan
Reader comments
The pace was a bit slow at first, but it slowly got on track in Chapter 9. The language is wonderful and full of fireworks. I can't help but want to keep reading and explore how the male and female protagonists broke up, how they reconciled, how their careers developed, and what the futures of the roommates were like. I hope the author will update soon!
In addition, I don't know where the author studied in university, but the restaurant I ate at actually appeared. . . . . .
The pace was a bit slow at first, but it slowly got on track in Chapter 9. The language is wonderful and full of fireworks. I can't help but want to keep reading and explore how the male and female protagonists broke up, how they reconciled, how their careers developed, and what the futures of the roommates were like. I hope the author will update soon! In addition, I don't know where the author studied in university, but the restaurant I ate at actually appeared. . . . . .