Xu Huan and Zhou Luo reunited twelve years later.
Xu Huan leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and said coolly, “Don't forget to pay me.”
Zhou Luo stood by the bed and whipped around to look at her, gritting his teeth. “What did you say?”
Xu Huan let her slender, pale arm hang down, lightly burning the tip of her cigarette against his jeans. She laughed. “Zhou Luo, don't forget what you did to me twelve years ago. You know what kind of person I am, don't you?”
The cigarette tip seemed to burn straight into Zhou Luo's heart.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he felt worse than if he were dead.
A few things to know before reading:
Messy, realistic drama. Readers who insist on spotless relationships should proceed with caution. The male lead is not redeemed. The heroine gets together with someone else. The story starts twelve years ago.
All place names and events in the novel are fictional. Updates every other day. I'll take a day off if something comes up. Weibo: Mo Yanchuan
