Don't Feel Sorry for Yourself in Spring

In her previous life, Shen Zhaoning spent seven years proving one thing - Lu Yanshen didn't love her. She died in the first snow of that winter, and there was still a message on her phone that he hadn't responded to: "The rent has gone up, can you lend me some money?" On the first day of her freshman year, she looked at Lu Yanshen standing in the sunshine and took a detour without looking back. She thought she only needed to live well in this life. But the man who comes to the ancient books room every Wednesday always appears at the right time. Lu Yan was deeply panicked. He didn't know why she no longer saw him in her eyes. He didn't know why the man named Fu Sichen always appeared next to her. Until he saw her standing on tiptoes under the light of the ancient books room, gently brushing away the fallen flowers on Fu Sichen's shoulders. Only then did he understand—— In this life, he is not even qualified to stand by her side. "It took me two lifetimes to learn one thing: love is not about waiting, it is about walking toward you." ——Fu Sichen # reborn #campus # # chasing wife crematorium #two-way rush