"You are the only rose that dare not wither in my rotten youth."
When she was sixteen years old, Zhou Luo was so thin that the outline of her ribs could be seen. Everyone thought she was just quiet. Only Qin Yang knew that she was waiting for death.
He approached her with scars all over his body: "Zhou Luo, my life has been yours for a long time."
She thought it was salvation, until the Nepalese handmade book filled with her thoughts was burned by her mother. When she fell from a tall building, Qin Yang disappeared and her youth came to an abrupt end.
When we met again ten years later, he was a new money man and she was an 18th-tier actress.
When Qin Yang pushed the script in front of her, Zhou Luo realized that what he was writing was not a novel at all, but their bloody youth.
"The unfinished lines back then," he wiped away her tears, "now finish them with me."
◆ Dark redemption ◆ Reunion
◆ Two people torn apart by fate find the possibility of redemption in each other.
◆ "We don't save each other, we open each other's wounds to prove that - you see, this place has also been rotten."
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From early morning to dusk, from the first snow to midsummer, from the age of seventeen to seventy. He wanted to monopolize all her heartbeats and panics, and wanted to become the most irreplaceable moment in her life.
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From early morning to dusk, from the first snow to midsummer, from the age of seventeen to seventy. He wanted to monopolize all her heartbeats and panics, and wanted to become the most irreplaceable moment in her life. Support every brave writer.