Song Wanci moved into Wenyuan when he was nineteen years old.
She is quiet and docile, never stepping out of the Wen Garden.
The housekeeper in Wenyuan would shake his head with regret whenever he mentioned her.
"She?"
"She's just a sick beauty. If Mr. Bo hadn't taken a fancy to her and taken good care of her, her weak body wouldn't be able to support her now."
After Song Wan resigned, he lowered his eyes and drank the medicine calmly.
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Thunderstorm night.
Song Wanci woke up under the thunder.
In the bedroom, the man in his suit was sitting elegantly on the sofa, looking at her indifferently, unmoved.
He is truly indifferent to the extreme.
Song Wanci stood up and walked to him.
She grabbed his expensive tie, raised the redness at the end of her eyes, lowered her eyebrows slightly, and breathed on his lips. She whispered softly: "I seem to have a cold, Mr. Bo..."
Bao Jinnian took a breath.
The bony hands pinched the slender wrist.
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The entire upper class circle in Ancheng knew that a sickly beauty lived in Wenyuan halfway up the mountain.
Too docile and rarely shows up.
What no one knows is that in Wenyuan,
Bo Jinnian, who was always cold and self-possessed, silently held an umbrella for the sick beauty in the sun.
Song Wanci was quiet and silent.
Finally, Bao Jinnian raised his hand and carefully and restrainedly tidied Song Wanci's hair around his ears.
When he looked over, all the coldness in his eyes faded away, and there was a hidden darkness in his eyes.
Cool sick beauty x gloomy paranoid
Intention: freedom
