The East Wind Blows Around My House, but You Don't Hear It

"Nine-nine Returns to One" Yuan Jiujiu's ten years were ten years of flying after Gao Yuan's clothes. From the young child to the cardamom girl, her eyes were like a kite with strings attached, always falling on the cold and noble young man. She counted how many times the lights in his study were turned on, and remembered his subtle habit of not liking green onions and ginger. She crushed her sincerity into pieces and mixed it with the ordinary things of the years and held them in front of him. But Gao Yuan never had her in his eyes. He would nod gently and say thank you politely, but there was always an invisible layer of ice that kept her from getting warm and unable to melt away. Until that day, seeing him raising his eyebrows for others, Yuan Jiujiu suddenly felt tired. Ten years of infatuation are like a dream from which one cannot wake up. Now it is time to wake up from the dream. She put away all her emotions, and when she turned around, her back was as sharp as if she had never been in love before. She thought that from now on, the mountains and rivers would grow, and the two would not owe each other anything. But she didn't expect that the man who never looked at her would turn red the moment she turned around. He extinguished all possible light around her and trapped her in his arms in the most domineering manner. His voice was hoarse and paranoid: "Yuan Jiujiu, do you want to leave? Have you asked me?" It turns out that what came late was not affection, but more ruthless robbery. On the road where she has no retreat, there is a dragnet set by him. Close