I thought I was wearing a book.
In the novel about a wealthy family, she assumes the role of Su Tang, the cannon fodder heroine who was framed by sister Bai Lianhua, rejected by the male protagonist, and died tragically in the end.
I looked down at my hands - these hands had just undergone eight hours of surgery, and now they had to act in a house fight with these people?
I ducked sideways and slapped him with my backhand.
"Shaking hands is a disease. Department of Neurology, second floor. Can I register for you?"
——Auntie, I save lives and heal the wounded on the operating table. Your level is not enough.
I thought I was the book wearer who came to change my destiny against the will of heaven.
Until I discovered that the man who had been waiting for me for fourteen years had 98 suicide notes locked in his drawer.
"The first reincarnation. She is still dead. It's time for me to go."
"The 37th reincarnation. This time she lived to be 28 years old. I thought there was hope."
"The 98th reincarnation. If there is another time, I want to live for her again."
——This is not a book.
This is the 99th reincarnation.
He died for me the first 98 times.
This time, he finally learned to live.
And he waited for me for fourteen years, just for a piece of candy.
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"Su Tang, I like you."
"I failed to say it the first 98 times. This time, I don't want to miss it again."
"If you don't agree, I'll keep waiting for as long as you want."
I looked at his red ears and smiled.
"Shen Yan."
"Huh?"
"Are you stupid?"
