"Crossants are not the only choice, but Zhou Kesong is."
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The old street of Huaian Lane is where Zhou Kesong and You Jia grew up.
It was only when You Jia was twelve years old that he realized that Zhou Kesong had added fuel to every beating he received in his life.
From the age of one to twenty-four, there were no affectionate memories between You Jia and her. What she could recall every time was the dull pain in her buttocks.
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After getting married, You Jia forgot about Zhou Kesong, a childhood sweetheart.
Zhou Kesong thought: We are already married and cannot divorce now. What if the prophecy comes true like You Jia...
An idea struck him, and he didn't care about face... He pestered him to call him husband every day.
Zhou Kesong, whose face was forgotten, the first thing he did when he got home every day was to annoy him: "Husband, did you miss me today?"
You Jia crossed his arms and stared at her: "I thought about it, how could you ask 800 questions a day."
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You Jia after recovering his memory.
I glanced at Zhou Kesong's autobiography, and the latest page showed the words he secretly wrote on the day they received the certificate.
Outside the door, Zhou Kesong stood with his back up, biting half of the toast in his mouth, and asked, "Should you like croissant or toast in the morning?"
You Jia's eyes were dim and unclear, he stood directly in front of her, leaned over and took a bite of toast, "... Of course it's a croissant."
Intention: You are the only one in my world
