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The surroundings were dark, and only the faint footsteps could be heard coming from the old stairs.
"Thum, thump, thump..."
She gently pushed open the ear door deep in the hall. Yan Zifeng looked over and felt that this woman was so quiet and lifeless...
"Zifeng, you are lying to me if you marry this wooden woman!"
"Yaya, you know I don't like to go back on my word." The man wanted to open the woman's hand, but he was helpless.
"You can't go back on your word, then I regret it, okay? I want to be your wife, an upright wife." The woman's cry was so loud that the whole room could hear it.
Lu Fanling didn't need to be sneaky at all, she just looked at the pair of fateful mandarin ducks indifferently.
Why don't you cry? Lu Fanling touched the corners of her eyes, but there were really no tears.
With a wry smile, he put "Blood Love" on the counter, his heart aching.
Yan Zifeng, I wish I had never met you.
"Miss Lu."
"Mr. Yan."
"Miss Lu, Chairman Mao once said that love without the purpose of marriage is a hooliganism." The man raised his eyebrows and looked at her opposite.
"Mr. Yan, then you should continue to act like a hooligan." The woman gathered her camel coat, stood up and left coldly, turning her back with a long-lost smile.