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Designer Jiang is so talented that he was invited to attend the engagement party of his former romantic partner.
Looking at her smiling and smiling, with her longing eyes, holding her fiancée's arm, she seemed to have nothing to do with being ruthless and ungrateful.
But she did not forget that she waited from the sun shining high to the sunset, holding the lisianthus in her arms that could not be given away.
Jiang Yi wanted to cooperate with her in pretending to be a respectable person. When they met again, even after all the harsh words, she still couldn't deny that she still cared about Min Weixi.
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Min Weixi always exercised self-restraint and indifferently pulled out her hands before she was completely trapped, thinking that she would just leave.
It's a pity that it takes practice to see through many people and things. After leaving a world, you will immediately fall into a mess, and everything is just superficial.
She made many excuses to give up, and every word she said was high-sounding. When they met again, she was in a daze. She was not the only one who was completely different.
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She is gambling, testing, and has no hesitation.
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The night fog was as thick as an old debt that couldn't be resolved. Jiang Yi opened the door halfway, and Min Weixi stood at the door, saying some careless words and doing some unbearable things.
Later, she finally realized that the marriage was just a shell made of paper, but she had been living in hatred for so long that she forgot how to look back.
She could only let go of her turbulent emotions, watching as Min Weixi leaned against her and spoke harshly, causing constant ebbs and flows.
*
Min Weixi had an accident and forgot some things, including her.
After learning the news, she had the delusion of starting over.
Jiang Yi stood at the door of the ward, watching the people inside lying quietly, and suddenly felt that all the hatred she had felt over the years was not very tenable.
She pushed the door open and sat down by the bed.
Min Weixi opened her eyes and looked at her for a long time, "Are you...?"
Jiang Yi handed her the warm water on the bedside table and said, "Your designer."
*
The metasequoia trees began to lose their leaves and spread thickly on the ground. She stepped on them and heard the echo of the end of April that year.
Concept: When the plums are ripe, how do you know that spring is gone and you begin to feel deep love?