As the eldest son of the Song family, a century-old noble family, Song Qin was dignified and dignified, with a view of the mountains as if he were crafted from flawless white jade.
The only stain is that he pampered a beautiful concubine and made it known throughout the city.
But Ning Yuan knew that she had a low status and was dependent on others, so she was cautious in everything and never dared to cross the rules. She just wanted to have a stable place to live an ordinary life.
Until that day, she accidentally bumped into the princess who was visiting the mansion, and was slapped three times by the princess's maid. Song Qin stood alone a few feet away with his hands behind his back, coaxing the princess to calm down, "Since you and I are planning to get married, then these maids in the mansion are all at your disposal."
Ning Yuan saw the gate of the mansion clearly and began to make plans for herself silently.
Unexpectedly, the night before the princess came in, she turned over in her sleep and knocked off the candlestick beside the bed.
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Song Qin thought that he didn't like Ning Yuan, but it was just an excuse to block the marriage.
But as we have been together for a long time, every time I see the blur under her tearful eyes, all the troubles have an outlet to vent.
And when she was lying low and endured it again and again, no matter how softly she called out "Brother Qin", it always made him uncontrollably violent.
So Song Qin thought that Ning Yuan had been wronged about marrying a wife, and he could accommodate her more in the future.
But the fire that filled the sky drowned Miaoman's figure, and at that moment, Song Qin suddenly felt a piece missing from his heart.
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Song Qin never believed in ghosts and gods, but he really saw Ning Yuan, who was supposed to have died.
She was holding someone else's arm, calling that person "Brother Qing" with a smile, her voice was just like before when she couldn't bear to call herself.
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The rustling winter snow covered up the sound of the iron sheets clashing.
Under the dim light, Song Qin smiled lightly, but his eyes were dark, and the fingers on his neck continued to tighten.
Ning Yuan drank the medicine and became confused, while Song Qin whispered, as if to seduce:
"A Yuan, please recognize me again, who am I?"
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Reading Guide
*1v1/SC/he
*Wake up at the beginning and don't change the male protagonist
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Intention: A heart that is not kind and a hand that is not soft
