Foreword:
Living a new life, carrying the secrets of the past, would you choose the past enmity or this life?
When you start your life over again, facing the face you once had, will you choose to endure it or trample on it?
Revenge version;
Xiao Jue'an, I will return everything you give me, with interest.
Xiao Nianting, the only one to blame is your surname Xiao.
Affectionate version
In the misty rain pavilion, the man said to her: Niannian, do you still remember our engagement?
Upstairs in Star Reaching, that man was drunk alone, without clothes. Are you without clothes? Or was it unintentional?
……..
A few years later;
A delicately carved jade-like milk doll pouted and said in embarrassment, Chenchen, I don't have a biological father, but I have many godfathers. How do you say I don't have a father?
On the hill where the black wind roared, the person looked from afar. Is she back?
"My lord, I'm back, but... I brought a child..."
The black wind passed by, and there was no one on the hill.
To put it simply, this is a big story, one-on-one between a man and a woman, no deception, a little bit of cruelty in the sweetness. [It is purely the author's random imagination, any similarity is purely coincidental]