An old saying, the copy needs to be revised
On the day Xiao Jin's best friend was buried, it rained heavily, and only one fiancée in the audience was holding the memorial tablet and biting her lip and crying.
His hands were wrapped in gauze and he was wearing black clothes. He stood silently at the end of the street, not showing off his usual idleness.
His best friend was Xiao Jin's best friend in his life. He single-handedly carried him to escape pursuit, and blocked the fatal sword for him. It was also the sword that killed his best friend.
Before he died, he coughed up blood and asked Xiao Jin to take care of his beloved fiancée.
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Yue Su married and her husband died, and she stayed with him for three years.
Marrying Xiao Jin again was to protect him from the disaster.
From sleeping in separate rooms, to sleeping in separate beds, to sleeping on the same couch, it took almost five years since they met.
It was only a long time later that she realized that this was Xiao Jin's elaborate design that violated his own conscience.
Reading Guide: 1v1 Dual Place
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