When Lin Qing was eighteen years old, she hoped to maintain her current life for the rest of her life, but that year all her fantasies were severely torn to pieces.
On the day Mo Yinan left, Lin Qing ran to the airport in her rehearsal clothes that she hadn't had time to change into. She didn't break the window paper, shed tears at the airport, or kiss her affectionately. The only thing left for Lin Qing was: I will never leave again next time I come back.
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Mo Yinan liked Lin Qing. At the age of 25, after that performance, Lin Qing's appearance on the stage was engraved in Mo Yinan's heart.
Reunited again, there are no delicate dance shoes on the feet, replaced by cold iron chains. The person who should be shining on the stage with flowers and applause is curled up in a dark ward full of pills.
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"I am not guilty and neither is my family."
Intention: To be completed
Reader comments
Updated. It's true.
Ahhhh! Why is it stuck here? What's wrong with the medicine? Madam, please update it soon [scared]
Updated. It's true.
Ahhhh! Why is it stuck here? What's wrong with the medicine? Madam, please update it soon [scared]