The first time Xu Xu met Wen Jiaxing was on a quiet snowy night.
Under the eaves where the night wind blew, a man sat alone in a wheelchair, with a gloomy and pale expression. His arms were resting on the silver armrests of the wheelchair. His shirt was rolled up, revealing his thin and skinny wrists.
Xu Xu turned around aware of it and saw a pair of piercing and beautiful eyes.
The snow in the courtyard has not yet melted, and there is an overwhelming chill in the air.
The man looked over with a distant expression, his brows and eyes were sharp, faintly showing the coldness of winter.
Xu Xu stepped forward hesitantly and picked up the thin blanket that fell on the ground.
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After graduating from college, my adoptive father became seriously ill.
In order to let her father recover from his illness, Xu Xu agreed to marry a blind date whom he had only met twice.
On the eve of the wedding, her fiance's mother called and informed her not to bring Xu's father to the wedding tomorrow.
The reason is that it is not good for the couple if the patient attends the wedding banquet.
Xu Xu listened quietly and said nothing.
On her wedding day, she calmly pulled off her veil and left the hotel without looking back.
The spring is cold and the drizzle is cold.
Xu Xu sat on a park bench with his head lowered, ignoring the strange looks from passers-by, like a homeless stray cat.
A shadow fell suddenly.
The rain falling on her shoulders was covered by someone, and Xu Xu raised his head.
The umbrella in the man's hand tilted over, and the cuffs of his suit were slightly tightened upwards, revealing traces of teeth marks on his wrist bones.
The rain wet the ends of his eyes, and his dark eyelashes hung low, unable to hide his gentle and cold eyes. He asked: "An'an, do you want to marry me?"
Xu Xu blinked and nodded mysteriously: "Okay."
It's still raining.
But the rain in her world stopped.
★Marriage first, love later
★A secret love comes true from the perspective of the male protagonist
Intention: You shine brightly in my dark memory.
