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"Tan Qingzi, I am indeed not a good person, but are you sure you can still fall in love with someone else after the years you and I have spent?" Fu Sinian held a goblet with champagne in it and stared straight at the woman in front of him, with a hint of ridicule in his coldness.
"I said, I just want to be a simple person." Tan Qingzi turned away, not daring to look into his deep eyes.
Fu Sinian put down his wine glass, leaned on the sofa where he was sitting, and smiled to himself. He closed his eyes in compromise.
"For you, I can give up these things. Qingzi, I thought about it for a long time after you left. I seem to have to be you."
Intention: secret love