Song Yan never thought that the person she had a crush on for 10 years would one day become her bed partner. Even though she was a contract bride, she nodded and seemed to be content with it, even though she knew he didn't have her in his heart.
Qiao Xi's status as an artist destined her marriage to be full of thorns, and it also destined that she would not be able to give Song Yan the happiness she longed for. Besides, the person in his heart was never her.
An impulse, a marriage certificate, and a ridiculous marriage not only caused them to lose the trust they had at the beginning of adolescence, but also left each other bruised and bruised, making them pay for this impulse.
The day she turned to leave, she suddenly woke up like she had been for many years. She took off the rose ring and said to him with a smile: "Give it back to you. In fact, it didn't belong to me in the first place. It should have been returned to the original owner. From now on, we will be clean."
"What's the reason?"
"I don't love you anymore. Is that enough?"
For more than four hundred days, it was like a rain that never stopped falling in his heart. Until she appeared in front of him again, at that moment, the long-lost sunshine finally appeared in his heart.
If you are too sad, I will be kind to you this time; if you forget the feeling of loving me, I will make you think of it. Please don't reject me thousands of miles away.
This period of trekking through mountains and rivers, starting from childhood, lasted for twelve years, like a reincarnation. He held her in his arms and murmured: "It's really a thousand times."
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