"The snow falls silently... And this is winter, the closest moment to confession."
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When she first entered the clan, Fu was seventeen years old.
Zong Xuci was scornful, aristocratic, and disdainful of her, but she was equally indifferent, never willing to call her "brother."
When we met again, the man was already thirty years old and already engaged. She still called him by his first and last name, mixed with the hatred that had grown over the years.
She wished him: Happy wedding.
But Zong Xuci held her hand and led her to touch the hideous scar under her shirt: It seems that your debt has not been paid off yet.
"How much do you want?"
"I have plenty of money."
"I want you."
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Tips before reading:
Eight years age difference/pseudo-siblings/imperfect characters/no emotional description during the relationship.
Purpose: Only seek a future, never do good deeds