Upper copy: Just kidding! It's just that he was knocked out of his body for no reason, but he was not allowed to live in peace even if he died?
Resurrecting a dead body? To be the fiancee of a man who sees her as an enemy? Why?
Love debt from a previous life? Can't you be a human being if you haven't finished yet?
All right! She accepted it for the sake of a happy and warm home, so why not return some feelings?
Only. . . . . .
Who will teach her how to clean up the mess left by the original owner of this body?
Who will tell her how to face the merciless accusations he made towards her as she gradually fell in love with him?
Who else can help her? The object of her affections. . . It seemed like there was more than one person. . . .
When the incredible "truth" also came in and intervened,
She just wanted to shout loudly: Save her! How can she pay off this messy love debt! !
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To be honest, although writing is relatively easy, I completely follow my mood when writing, and I feel a little bit stepmother occasionally. . . .
I consider myself to be a mediocre writer, and what I write is completely super vulgar fairy tale-style romance novels. Therefore, although I won't stop the comrades who like it, if you really don't like it, please take a detour!
Anyway, it's a very vulgar story and a very vulgar name, you can do whatever you like. . . ^_^
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Copywriting in the lower part: (Trial, because I haven't written the outline yet -_-!)
She thought they would never meet again.
She thought she could forget the past.
She thought that her leaving would not change anything.
But in fact, everything she thought was wrong.
When he and he appeared in front of her again,
When his tenderness was washed away by the years, he turned into an avenging angel for her.
While his ruthlessness continues, he retains the memory of her.
As her guilt grew stronger, she could no longer continue to be an ostrich.
How should she choose to stop this invisible debt of love?
It feels so strange! The upper part I wrote was so depressing, but the copywriting was so relaxing,
I was going to be a little more relaxed in the next part, but the writing turned out to be so depressing. . . . -_-!