"She's dead, so she's clean."
At the moment when Lu Zhiyan looked at the dark sea, he would not have thought that these ice-quenching words would become a curse that would bite him day and night in the future.
Lin Qingyan, who was pushed into the sea by Bai Yueguang Su Wan, recovered half of her life in the Norwegian ice sea. The rock scratched her face and cut off her last connection with Lu Zhiyan. When I woke up on the operating table, there was a cold and sharp unfamiliar face in the mirror.
She became "Yan", and what flowed from the tip of her pen was no longer gentle, but the fierceness of crawling back from hell.
Three years later, Yan Qiang, an international top designer, landed in Nancheng and shocked everyone at the press conference.
Lu Zhiyan clenched his fists, and the stubbornness in his eyes was very much like the woman he had sentenced to death.
Su Wan's mask was crumbling, and Lu Zhiyan looked at her with increasingly cold eyes, but he pressed harder on Yan.
He held her casserole and trembled, shouted "I was wrong" at the sea on her "death anniversary", and frantically searched for traces of her.
When he finally caught Yan and shouted "Qing Yan" in a trembling voice, she slapped the termination contract in front of him: "Mr. Lu, I am Yan. As for Lin Qingyan -" she chuckled, her eyes hardened, "she was drowned in the sea by your words of 'clean'."
The white moonlight reveals the abscess of calculation, and the abandoned woman stands as a light that is beyond his reach. Lu Zhiyan's crematorium was burning with crazy love, but Yan looked on coldly: "My life has been restarted. A virus like yours is not worthy of being installed again."
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