Meng Xiang has been stubbornly in love with Meng Li for thirteen years. The fate between them is so wonderful. They met again in another city after being separated for several years. At that time, there was already a seemingly gentle man beside her, who carefully protected her in the name of a friend.
When Meng Li appeared, she would not care about Ni Chuyang. She only had eyes for that person. She didn't know whether he was paranoid or deeply in love.
They all have their own obsessions, clinging to ideals or face that they can't let go of, watching their emotions exhausted but powerless, and the person behind her was cruelly expelled by her and disappeared...
"Why do you like Meng Li?" Ni Jiayu asked.
"Because he's handsome."
"Then I'm more handsome than him."
"He is different. He is the person I like and you are my friend."
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"Do you know why my surname is Meng?
"Because it was destined that I would bear his surname as soon as I was born. I am Mrs. Meng in Mengli! "
A few years later, Meng Xiang stood in front of an elegant woman, holding up a glass of wine and drinking it down in one gulp, with a smile that did not reach her eyes: "Mrs. Meng, happy wedding. "
And the boy who always stands behind her may never come back.
Intention: Love is ultimately lost to courage