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The year after the death of her loving fiancé, the female druggist Zhu Huaisu saw the face exactly like her late husband's in a wine shop where they were drinking wine.
She frowned, disgust, anger, and the subtle pain of being blasphemed penetrated into her heart, and she wanted to scratch the man's face.
Besides him, who would allow others to have this face?
However, after countless midnight dreams and being unable to fall asleep, Zhu Huaisu still sent someone to find Xie Chen, a young boy who was completely different from his late husband.
"What Boss Zhu means is that he hopes that Mr. Xie can move into Zhu Mansion."
Everyone got what they needed, and Xie Chen agreed.
Close to the test and face each other day and night. As time goes by, I hope Huaisu can finally have a good sleep.
When Xie Chen was sober and determined to leave, Zhu Huaisu suddenly grabbed his wrist.
In the lingering night, before the kiss was over, Xie Chen asked without giving up, with a slight tremor in his voice: "Huai Su, look at me and tell me, who am I?"
Zhu Huaisu avoided answering.
We met again many years later amid the flames of war. Xie Chen looked at her for a long time, but still silently brought the injured Zhu Huaisu back to the tent.
The onlookers noticed the subtle atmosphere between the two. When they saw Xie Chen going out, they hurriedly asked Zhu Huaisu: "Sister Zhu, what is your relationship with Teacher Xie?"
Zhu Huaisu, who was sitting on the hospital bed, looked at the candy placed by Xie Chen in his palm, thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "My love."
The person outside the door stopped about to push the door in.
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Small theater:
Huai Su, I'm leaving.
Your lover sleeps underground, and mine...
My lover.
My lover is stuck in the past.
On that day in early spring, you looked at me and said, "Thank you, I'm cute." I am confused and angry, but you are smiling. The sun fell on the tips of your hair, and you said warmly, cuteness is the highest level of praise.
You smile so cutely that no one can bear to blame you.
When I read for you day and night, watching your frown slowly relax, my heart suddenly felt like a soaked sponge, contracting suddenly but then expanding slowly.
Reading at night is the happiest thing for me.
But I'm wondering, have you ever looked at your lover with this kind of heart?
You may not remember that on the night of the summer solstice, you looked at me while you were drunk and crying, saying that your heart ached. When I hold you, it's clearly the closest distance, but I feel like I'm thousands of miles away from you.
You ask me with tears in your eyes, who are you?
Who I am?
I never thought about it, raised my hand to brush away your tears, and said
Li Zhihang.
I thought, if I could stop your tears and free you from all kinds of pain for a moment, I wouldn't be myself.
But how could I not be myself?
You clearly told me from the beginning that this love does not belong to me, but why do I still feel heartache?
Therefore, I am leaving.
Huai Su.
I wish you good dreams every night from now on.
#Inspired by Teacher Shuangsheng's Alluring Lover (super nice).
#HE, all contents in the text are purely fictitious.
# Is really dead and will not smear or deceive. He will be sober and fall apart and reunite.
Copywritten on 2025.10.13
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