Shen Tinglan has been in love with Fu Xizhou for ten years.
In the past ten years, she has been the Fu family's shady medicine guide, and the tool Fu Xizhou uses to hang Lin Rou's life.
Until Fu Xizhou personally handed over an agreement: "Ting Lan, Rou'er is getting married. It's time for you to return these eyes to her."
She didn't cry or fuss, she just stepped into Fusheng Pawnshop at the end of the long street that night.
"I want to pawn my love and exchange it for him, Fu Xizhou... I will be lonely for the rest of my life, without joy every year."
When the wisp of vermilion love was pulled away from her eyebrows, the humble fire in Shen Tinglan's eyes was completely extinguished.
When we met again, Fu Xizhou took her hand and was as humble as a dog: "Tinglan, come home with me, okay? I'll give you my life, okay?"
Shen Tinglan just politely moved his fingertips away, smiling distantly and coldly: "Sir, may I ask... Do we know each other?"
