Wang Yueyi awakened her memory. She is the heroine of a romance novel.
She also has a male idol that she has liked for many years. The male idol is the most eye-catching person on campus and the embodiment of countless beautiful words. He comes from a distinguished family but respects others. He is invincible on the field. Sometimes he is cold and alienated, and sometimes he is as high-spirited as fire.
But the male god is not the male protagonist in the book, he is just a cannon fodder character who died early in Bai Yueguang's life.
Ridiculous, whoever she likes is the hero, who dares to let her Bai Yueguang die early?
Wang Yueyi did not expect that after her rebirth, she would lose the memories of her previous life and file everything again.
She has forgotten her sweetheart, and even hates and rejects him, hates him for being aloof and indifferent, hates him for acting recklessly based on his family background, and even hates herself for falling in love with him.
In contrast to his perfect excellence, my own insignificance, inferiority, and misery are all invisible.
Later, the moon hanging in the sky took the initiative to cast its bright white moonlight on her body indistinctly, like a silent confession.
Wang Yueyi thought with malice, "Pull the moon out of the quagmire, pull him down, let him be stained with dust, let him regret taking the initiative to approach a bad guy."
But she is not completely bad.
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Feng Yun fell in love with someone, but no one around him could understand why a well-dressed young man fell in love with a poor student from the mountains.
Her roommates and classmates commented that she was "very utilitarian and only wanted to please the teacher."
Her teacher lamented helplessly, "The little girl has a stubborn temper and a sensitive personality. She can interpret several meanings of a casual sentence."
Her family members scolded her for being "careful and careless at her age. She left everything at home and went to a big city to enjoy happiness by herself!"
Everyone said that she was thoughtful, too utilitarian, cruel, and vulgar. But Feng Yun knew that she had to grit her teeth and endure the pain and continue to train day after day. Her eyes were as determined as a quenched fire. She tried her best to climb up, not to cling to power, but just to step on the steel rope hanging on the cliff.
Feng Yun admires her, but she hates him.
Until, he discovered the weirdness of this world...
It turned out that she had loved him deeply for a long, long time before he knew it.
Intention: Forgetting cannot stop the flow of love
