Lin Qi didn't understand how the relationship between her and Jiang Ziyuan, their childhood sweethearts for eighteen years, could not compare to the relationship between him and another woman who had only known each other for half a year. The vows she once made to each other were all gone in the blink of an eye, so what else could she hold in her hands? After five years of separation, when we met again, he was still the young knight with a flying sword, but she was no longer the innocent woman with a smile among the flowers. I've been throwing it away for more than half a year, so let's fill the hole.
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