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We Are Pretending Not to Be Familiar with Each Other and We Have Made It Official.
For three years, they were the most familiar strangers to each other. I don't pretend to be familiar with it on the set, I don't pretend to be familiar with it at the award ceremony, and I even had to sit across from him in a variety show. Shen Yutong said: "Just for fun." Zhou Ye said: "Me too." Until one day, the paparazzi photographed him entering and leaving her house late at night—— The two still denied it. Later, the heroine took a photo of the two of them with the caption: "Us." The male
26.4kReads6.4Score3.7kShelves
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Crossing a Thousand Rivers to Love You
At the age of twelve, the fortune teller said that Jiang Yue's horoscope was Shen Huan. She was taken to Shen's house and stayed with him from then on, day after day. She asked him: "Do you like me?" He said: "You are still young, don't think nonsense." She worked hard to grow up, not to leave, but to stand with him. Years later she asked him: "Do you miss me?" He didn't speak, just held her hand tightly. Jiang Yue wasn't afraid of waiting, he was just afraid that he wouldn't dare. "You st
15.9kReads—Score2.2kShelves
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Hey, Old Classmate, Let's Go on a Blind Date
The marriage story of an older common girl and a common man. Chen Xue, who was urged to get married, met her elementary school classmate, Guang Piao, who was urged to get married. The two of them walked into the marriage hall hand in hand with a try mentality. There was no earth-shattering, they could only make do with each other. It is purely fictitious and pieced together. Any similarity is purely coincidental.
2.4kReads6.4Score228Shelves
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Night and Day, the Photographer's Co-Pilot
Shen Nian, a former advertising dog who resigned to travel to Xinjiang, met Chen Yu, a freelance photographer who had been on the road. I never thought there would be a tomorrow. That night in Urumqi, he asked me: "Want to go see the stars?" I nodded. After dawn, he didn't leave a phone number, and neither did I. Thought that was it. On the third day after we separated, I was at Sailimu Lake when a horn sounded from behind me. Looking back, it was his car. The photographer's passenger car was
1.4kReads—Score173Shelves