He Xi, do you remember Yun Han? Yun Han, who will be thinking about you until his death?
When Yun Heng met He Xi, her surname had been changed to Lin. She was the second young lady of the Lin family. She was well-dressed and had no worries about food and clothing. Love gave rise to hatred. He hated Lin Xi who had forgotten Yun Han and was even more unworthy of his brother.
However, Yun Heng found that it was better to be He Xi than to be Lin Xi. He Xi's life in the Lin family was not easy. From pity to pity, Yun Heng wanted to protect He Xi for the rest of his life.
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This article is visually short, and the author promises to update it until it is complete. This is my first time writing an article. Please believe my sincerity!
Reader comments
Congratulations on the completion! ! ! The battle between immortals and demons felt a bit rushed! I think it's okay for the male and female protagonists to end here! Will the next one be replaced? When I read it a few days ago, I said I was revising the article, so I'll see you later on 233
Hello? Hello? Are you still there? Come on!
Author, screwed. . .
I'm annoyed. There's something wrong here. I haven't updated it for a long time. I need to verify it. I can't verify it for special reasons. It's rare that my enthusiasm for this article suddenly became so high. I went to Changpei. If you are still willing to read it, go there and read it.
Hug my wife! First of all, I would like to thank my wife for taking the time to write a "little essay" to enlighten me. I feel very lucky to hear my wife's sincere advice after we met unexpectedly. However, the psychology of this kind of tolerance is not easy to describe clearly in just a few words. It may be because I have been isolated and threatened in the past, and my family situation is complicated. I have received almost zero communication skills, and my family has repeatedly told me to "study and don't conflict with classmates." It wasn't until I went to college that I encountered a lot of things and received a lot of information. Friends around me came and went like a big wave rushing through the sand. Things in the past passed before my eyes like a revolving lantern. I discovered: Hey! You know that I am short-tempered and a coward, but I am really a fool. The person who occasionally warms me up is still the same good friend who is still there. Friends who knew each other well and were once inseparable, although we have hurt each other, now we only have cherishment, pity, gratitude and blessings. The interpretation of the memories is also very beautiful: one night I went to pick loquats at the university next door, went to class happily during the day, worked part-time together, stayed up late to prepare for exams, and talked on the phone from time to time during the epidemic... Even the department that had been wronged in the past and felt depressed now is the first thing that comes to mind now. It was the people I met there who taught me a sense of responsibility through words and deeds. Others have given me a lot of warmth, but some people may have forgotten it, and some people have moved away from home, so I am always eager to convey this warmth. In addition, I have suffered a little, so the original flattery began to move towards empathy and tolerance. In the past two years, I may have been in a new dormitory and a new environment. I have problems with my communication methods. I have always had an irritable temper. I also have narcissism and self-pity that I have not yet gotten rid of. In addition, I am unwilling to take the initiative to hurt others, so this empathy and tolerance sometimes hurt myself. My wife's words hit the nail on the head. I really need to calmly ask myself before taking action and learn how to communicate effectively. Thank you to my wife for the perspective and interpretation (post it and dare to kiss twice muaaaa) Finally, I give my wife a hug and wish her good health, physical and mental happiness, and a happy new year (woohoo~)
Congratulations on the completion! ! ! The battle between immortals and demons felt a bit rushed! I think it's okay for the male and female protagonists to end here! Will the next one be replaced? When I read it a few days ago, I said I was revising the article, so I'll see you later on 233
Hello? Hello? Are you still there? Come on!
Author, screwed. . .
I'm annoyed. There's something wrong here. I haven't updated it for a long time. I need to verify it. I can't verify it for special reasons. It's rare that my enthusiasm for this article suddenly became so high. I went to Changpei. If you are still willing to read it, go there and read it.
Hug my wife! First of all, I would like to thank my wife for taking the time to write a "little essay" to enlighten me. I feel very lucky to hear my wife's sincere advice after we met unexpectedly. However, the psychology of this kind of tolerance is not easy to describe clearly in just a few words. It may be because I have been isolated and threatened in the past, and my family situation is complicated. I have received almost zero communication skills, and my family has repeatedly told me to "study and don't conflict with classmates." It wasn't until I went to college that I encountered a lot of things and received a lot of information. Friends around me came and went like a big wave rushing through the sand. Things in the past passed before my eyes like a revolving lantern. I discovered: Hey! You know that I am short-tempered and a coward, but I am really a fool. The person who occasionally warms me up is still the same good friend who is still there. Friends who knew each other well and were once inseparable, although we have hurt each other, now we only have cherishment, pity, gratitude and blessings. The interpretation of the memories is also very beautiful: one night I went to pick loquats at the university next door, went to class happily during the day, worked part-time together, stayed up late to prepare for exams, and talked on the phone from time to time during the epidemic... Even the department that had been wronged in the past and felt depressed now is the first thing that comes to mind now. It was the people I met there who taught me a sense of responsibility through words and deeds. Others have given me a lot of warmth, but some people may have forgotten it, and some people have moved away from home, so I am always eager to convey this warmth. In addition, I have suffered a little, so the original flattery began to move towards empathy and tolerance. In the past two years, I may have been in a new dormitory and a new environment. I have problems with my communication methods. I have always had an irritable temper. I also have narcissism and self-pity that I have not yet gotten rid of. In addition, I am unwilling to take the initiative to hurt others, so this empathy and tolerance sometimes hurt myself. My wife's words hit the nail on the head. I really need to calmly ask myself before taking action and learn how to communicate effectively. Thank you to my wife for the perspective and interpretation (post it and dare to kiss twice muaaaa) Finally, I give my wife a hug and wish her good health, physical and mental happiness, and a happy new year (woohoo~)
I can understand and secretly wipe my tears