Have you ever loved someone so much that even if she destroys everything about you with her own hands, you still bury him in your heart and long to live and die with him.
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When Ren Yuange met Ji Xiao, she was twenty-three years old.
The years are just right.
He is the son of a woman, has a successful career, is as gentle as jade, and has never been tempted by any woman.
Until she appeared, his heart that had been dusty for a long time suddenly moved.
It's a pity that a gentleman has intentions but a beauty has no intentions. Ren Yuange's heart has already been occupied by others.
But for Ji Xiao, these are not problems at all.
He tried his best to win her heart.
On that day, they fell in love for life. After the wedding ceremony, she smiled and said to him, "It's so disgusting."
If you love her, then possess her, body to soul.
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Everyone said that Mrs. Ji was so lucky to have a husband who cared about her and loved her.
But only Ren Yuange knew that she couldn't bear such good fortune.
Legend has it that in order to make her laugh, he once searched the entire city just to find a few four-leaf clovers.
Legend has it that he once personally pushed his wife down the stairs, causing her to bleed into a river.
He has never been so fascinated by a woman, it makes him sink like a poppy.
She was the woman he wanted to conquer most.
She hated him from the bottom of her heart, but she still had feelings for him in her heart.
Therefore, she would still hold him when she was in love, bite his ear and cry, "Ji Xiao, I don't want to love you anymore."
In an accident, she was told many secrets from many years ago.
The father-killing enemy, the secret recording, and the revelation of the mysteries freeze all the love and hate.
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She endured that painful and helpless time alone.
When you grow old and have fun all the time, the spring breeze passing by is not as good as yours.
Ji Xiao, although I said I loved you many times in those years, every time I loved you, I loved you sincerely.
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At that time, the time was still in the distance, and the passage of time remained the same.