The first time we met, it was the love of a coin. What I missed more than the face was the feeling. The collision of ice and fire, Deng Che's name made her think about it day and night, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep at night.
Cong Zhichun took off all her baggage in front of him, her clothes intact but her heart bare.
Deng Che caught the beating heart and placed it in the palm of his hand.
Later, Cong Zhichun broke up unilaterally, but what happened was that the rain hit the ground, the girl in the car had tears streaming down her face, and the boy outside held an umbrella for other girls.
Reunited many years later, Deng Che's eyesight was blurred by the anger in his heart, and he only felt that there was more hatred than love. The girl should bear everything he brings and accept everything he gives, whether it is hate or love, as long as it is him.
Cong Zhichun×Deng Xingche.
The flower of the fake high mountain × the arrogant senior Zhang Yang
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