Eleventh Year

The noble and broken male protagonist × the sober and stubborn female protagonist｜Reunion｜Grudges from wealthy families｜New and old grudges When Song Xiangsi was six years old, she gave Ye Qinghuai a candy. Later she found out that it was not sugar, but medicine. Ye Qinghuai was sent abroad and left for eleven years. Eleven years later, old friends reunited. It took him many days and nights tortured by illness before he walked up to her again. The once pure young man was no longer the proud son of heaven. He was sitting in a wheelchair, hating her and wanting her to taste all his pain. —— After the reunion. Seeing her approaching without knowing the depth, her eyes looked at him, lingering like drizzle. He compromised as if he was resigned to his fate. "Song Xiangsi, if I can never say bad words to you, then please stay away from me, further away, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it and lead you into the abyss." "Ye Qinghuai, I don't believe in fate." —— "Song Xiangsi, do you finally don't want me anymore?" She had once vowed to live and die with him. After all, he couldn't help but blocked the person in the car, and questioned him word by word, which was so broken that it made people feel heartbroken, "Didn't you say that? Don't accept your fate. How could you trap me with a few light words, and then turn around calmly?" In response to his questioning voice, the girl's eyes curled up and she smiled slyly: "Ye Qinghuai, didn't you say that you don't remember a word of what I said?" —— A wandering heart thinks it will finally be complete. But fate never shows mercy. The truth of the past is revealed and the past is devastated. "Song Xiangsi, one day you will find that deception is the most insignificant harm." "Ye Qinghuai, I accept my fate." —— On the outskirts of the city, a man's eyebrows were stained with frost in front of a grave. "Why don't you keep her, sir?" The man pointed at the two tombstones in front of him: "Look, she and I have old grudges that are still lingering in the past, and new grudges in the future that are difficult to overcome. Tell me, how do we hold hands? Can I marry the daughter of my enemy without any grudges, write it into the genealogy of my Ye family, and bring her to my father and mother's graves to kowtow to fulfill her filial piety during the holidays, or can she ignore the grudges between the two families and insist on marrying the son of her father-killing enemy?" "I don't dare. I'm also afraid. I'm afraid that when I see my father one day, he will point at my nose and say, I am extremely disappointed in you." The person behind him said it clearly: "No, you dare, you just don't dare to gamble..." I dare not bet whether her heart is as firm as yours. After all, he had nothing to lose, except her. … A few years later, Song Xiangsi reappeared as the editor-in-chief of Jiangcheng Books. Ye Qinghuai looked at the bright ring on her right index finger and stopped the urge to step forward. At the dinner party, he watched her being ridiculed, her face was calm and calm, her body was completely arrogant, and the cup in his hand was almost crushed. There was no one around, his eyes were dark, he grabbed her right hand, fixed his eyes on the dazzling ring, and said in a bad tone: "It seems that Miss Song is not doing well, and her taste in picking men is even worse." Song Xiangsi tried her best to break free from the hand that was holding her, and pushed the person in front of her away: "Mr. Ye may have been too lenient." … Other articles "The Darkness Meets the Light" Two-way secret love, entertainment industry "Pretend First to Respect" Teacher-student love, against road cp Intention: Love and hate come from the same source, love bravely and don't compromise with fate