Duwanglu

Hong Kong style | Gangster | Sadomasochism | Strong Chinese aesthetics | Strong atmosphere | Strong emotions I traveled back to 1997 in order to personally cut off the bond with him. Everyone in Hong Kong knows that I am the adopted daughter of the Wang family, and I am also the favorite sister of the boss Wang Hengsheng. But no one knows that I will return with memories of the future - he will die for me in the millennium, and the cause of death is a mystery. I control heaven and earth, tease others, and even bless him and his fiancée. I just want him to dislike me, stay away from me, and survive. But he pulled me into his arms, kissed my neck and sneered: "Jiang Shuzhi, your life is mine. Want to escape?" Later, when I was dying from the drug, he knelt outside the operating room and signed the consent form. When the doctor asked who the donor was, he simply said: "Me." --It turns out that in this fate that spans time and space, he has died for me thousands of times. He is not dead, he is living with me in a more painful way. "Do you smell the fragrance of gardenia? That is the remains of my love for you, blooming into mountains year after year."