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Concerto Under the Sycamore Trees
Lu Chenye, a new financial upstart in Shanghai, was dismantling the equity structure of a cross-border merger and acquisition when he received the notification of his family's marriage. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. The blue light of the LCD screen reflected the words "Wen's eldest daughter" in the agreement. Thirty kilometers away, the sound of the violin in the rehearsal hall of the National Symphony Orchestra suddenly stopped. Wen Shuxing looked at the message f
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Meet Again in the Morning Light
- **Habitual Neglect**: When the architect Jiang Linchuan was on the rise in his career, he regarded his wife Su Wan as the background of his life and ignored her ten years of gentle companionship. He even thought it was just a normal cold war when she filed for divorce. - **The truth peels off**: After discovering the truth that Su Wan silently endured family pressure and dealt with life problems alone, Jiang Linchuan saw clearly the traces of life left by his wife for the first time in an empt
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Sugar-Flavored Heartbeat
"Mr. Gu, have your water pipes been repaired?" When Lin Xiaotang knocked on the neighbor's door upstairs for the third time, his wrists were still stained with unwiped wall paint. The new man who moved in three days ago opened the door, and the scent of pine wood mixed with water vapor hit his face. Water dripped from his hair, leaving translucent traces on his white shirt. "Sorry, I may miss it for a few days." Gu Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the wall paint on the tip of the girl's nose,
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Softness Under the White Robe
In the corridor of the emergency department late at night, Ji Nanxing was curled up on a bench that smelled pungently of disinfectant. The screen of his mobile phone was lit with missed calls from the psychiatrist. The twenty-six-year-old surgeon had antidepressants in the pocket of her white coat, and her left wrist was wrapped with gauze that was bleeding. This was the third time she accidentally cut herself due to a stress reaction during the night shift. The memory of being locked in the clo
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