*The preview of the next book is open: "I Secretly Love You" and "Unbridled Obsession". If you like to collect it~
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Sang Wenyin is a wild red rose, with a fiery temper, thorns, wild and crazy. No one dares to mess with her. Only in front of Mr. Chen's family, she is a little gentle.
Everyone thought she would marry Mr. Chen.
But she met Shang Tingzhi.
Shang Tingzhi was born in a famous family, pampered, elegant and gentleman. There were many girls from aristocratic families who wanted to marry him, but he could not fancy any of them. He had never had a woman around him. Everyone was guessing which girl from the family he would marry.
He was invited to a friend's reception party.
There he went.
Shang Ting always likes to be quiet. When they walked to the corridor, Sang Wenyin also walked out and stood in the snow, slender and as white as snow, which could not bear to be stained.
He looked at her, not hiding the covetousness in his eyes.
No one knew that beneath his gentlemanly skin was the wildness hidden in his bones.
On a rainy day in June, Shang Tingzhi stood silently in the wind and rain with an umbrella and a red rose in his hand.
He looked at Wen Yin steadily, feeling a little sad.
"Sangsang, I want to see you."
[Thorned rose x elegant gentleman]
Long-planned/Marriage first, love later/Two-way redemption/Age difference of seven years
Secret love preview: "I have a secret crush on you"
Under the small desk lamp that was on at night, Yu Zhi was leaning on the desk, drawing colorful pictures.
In the early morning of the snowstorm, she rode her bicycle through the cold and dropped love letters into the old green mailbox.
There was no reply to her letter.
"Don't like him anymore."
When they met again later, Gu Yanxi was still the pride of heaven. In front of him, she hid the love in her eyes and retreated into a snail shell, but he pressed forward step by step.
On the night of the thunderstorm, there was a power outage at home. Yu Zhi was pinned to the door and his eyes were covered.
Gu Yanxi leaned against her ear and her voice was painfully hoarse: "Don't dislike me."
Many years later, on a rainy day, Gu Yanxi dug out the old mailbox on the top of the bookshelf, which contained a series of glossy postcards.
Gu Yanxi returned to the post office where she had sent letters, put a letter into the mailbox, and sent it to the girl of that year.
Intention: hope, courage, love
