[1V2+Robbery+Chasing Wife Crematorium+Fei Shuang Wen+Xiong Jing]
The first time Xia Houshu met Shen Qingmo was at the Shangyuan Lantern Festival.
She chased him half a long street, not to cling to him, but to return the sachet he accidentally lost.
She has disheveled sideburns and a natural shimmer at the end of her eyes, making her look clean and soft.
Just at this glance, he, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, felt a strong desire for possession in his heart.
He held her close to him, and the more he saw her being cold and forbearing, refusing to bow her head and submit, the more he wanted to break off her pride with his own hands.
The more she begged him without tears, the more he asked her to kneel down and beg him.
But in Wen Yan's eyes, it was a different story.
He had fallen into the boundless darkness before and tasted the unbearable feeling of being in the quagmire.
Every time he saw her being made difficult and embarrassed, but gritting her teeth and refusing to shed a single tear, he felt heartbroken.
He didn't bother her, but quietly climbed over the wall in the middle of the night, placed medicine and hot food on her window sill, and never showed his face.
Until that night, the wind was chilling to her bones and she was delirious with a high fever. She grabbed his sleeve in a daze and shouted out another person's name.
He froze in place and never climbed over the wall again after that night.
Three years later, a fire burned through Qingliangju.
Everyone thought she was dead, but Xia Houshu dug out the charred skeleton from the ashes with his own hands, and his head turned white overnight.
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In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, a masked female doctor with excellent medical skills quietly appeared.
No matter where she went, there was always a tall and handsome man following behind her.
Day after day, he asked: "When can I get a status? If I can't give it, I can just marry him."
