26-Year-old Yan Xichen once bit her collarbone crazily on her wedding night. She was in pain and her forehead was covered with sweat from the pain, but the hands that hugged her refused to let go...
Under the drug addiction, it was his enchanting face: "An Nanzi, I, Yan Xichen, would rather have no descendants than lay a finger on you in this life."
27-Year-old Yan Xichen walked slowly in the cemetery under heavy rain, holding an umbrella, his voice and shadow were like ink...
He squatted down, looked at the huddled figure in the rainy night, and scolded gently: "Do you want to die??" He was patient and restrained.
28-Year-old Yan Xichen jumped up from the swimming pool. Her wet shirt was almost transparent and stuck to her skin. Her eyes were as deep as an animal. She turned her face away and tried not to have difficulty breathing...
He knelt down on one knee, his eyes were cold, his voice was low, and his fingertips were dazzling: "An Nanzi, for the rest of my life, please give me advice."
It's me who hates you, and it's me who loves you. This god-like man cannot escape her fate and reincarnation after all.