A woman who has been involved in prostitution will never be able to shake off a reputation in her life. No matter how high she climbs in the future, someone else can defeat all her defenses with a simple word, "What you say about her is just a trick." If you add another sentence, "I used to..." What a good net worth has become a mat for rubbing shoes in front of the door, too dirty to be taken seriously. But Zeng Yan is not an ordinary woman, no one dares to say these things in front of her, but Zeng Yan herself occasionally thinks of the past. "Life is bad," she said, "if I had some way, I wouldn't have ended up like this." Of course, these words were meant for outsiders to let people know that the life of a woman who can speak on the most expensive ground is not a perfect life. When she and Yang Cheng were alone at home, her words became, "It would have been better if I hadn't met you in the first place. The worst I could have been would have been dead." "What if it was better?" Yang Cheng asked. "Better?" Zeng Yan threw the scissors into the drawer, "Better, wouldn't it be that I met you?" "What if..." Yang Cheng began to say, turning around the corner, "Which of these children do you like?" "If you choose, pick one and raise it by your side. Raise it since childhood, and have a deep relationship." "No one is good, no one can compare with you." Zeng Yan speaks straightforwardly, no matter how many knives stab people's hearts. "They are all your children anyway. Just like them as long as you like them." "However, you are not allowed to come in front of me. I have a bad temper, so as not to scare the children." Yang Cheng stopped talking, and did not look at Zeng Yan, only staring at the rose she had cut. The leaves were pruned crookedly, and there were only a few flower buds left, which looked like they would never bloom. "Zeng Yan," Yang Cheng said, "If you want to leave, I won't stop you." "But I tell you, Ah Mei is dead. Even if you search through it, you can at most find her bones." "I know, I won't leave. I haven't seen you die yet. How can I leave?" Zeng Yan washed her hands and thought to herself, "It would be great if we never met you in the first place."
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