[In my paranoid age, I can pretend to be a pure mad dog x casual, flirtatious and sharp-tongued Black Moonlight]
On the day of her father's remarriage, Qin Yao turned the wedding scene into her mother's funeral ceremony.
The farce finally ended with the changed husband and the wicked vixen hugging each other and crying.
Others said she did it well.
Actually no. The circle is so big, no matter condolences or gossip, intentional or unintentional, Qin Yao feels sick when he hears the names of the scumbag and bitch.
She decided to leave the city that made her feel sick all the time, and chose a town with beautiful mountains and rivers as her base.
Wearing Xia Yu and dragging her luggage, Qin Yao arrived at her bed and breakfast. She saw that the house was in a mess. She was about to explode when someone pushed the door open——
Eighteen-year-old Shao Jin stood in the rain, like a wild dog that no one had salvaged. The exposed pale skin was covered with injuries, and his dark eyes were still half-open numbly after being hit by raindrops, making people mistakenly think that they were tears rolling down his face.
He said nothing, staring at her with thorns all over his body, like the best biting dog in the pack, obviously wet, but not hurting at all.
But when he reacted and lowered his eyes, he felt like a lost dog forced into a dead end. It was obviously hard, but it pierced the heart of the twenty-three-year-old Qin Yao.
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Qin Yao said to him in the summer, Shao Jin, don't let others pour dirty water on you, you have to run up and splash mud on their mouths.
Qin Yao said to him in winter, your mother is a mistress, how can you be so clean? Get out of here, you're making me sick to my stomach.
She burned up his cage and burned up his city.
*In the early stage, the town is redeemed and healed, in the later stage, the wealthy family hates the sea and loves the sky.
*Five-year age difference/siblings/reunion
*Male and female double C (the male protagonist is physically and mentally clean, the female protagonist has talked about it)
Intention: Wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and rekindles it.
