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Tattoo artist x bar owner | Unconventional unrequited love turns mutual | Official couple
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A new bar opened across from the tattoo shop.
They say the owner is a rich young heir who just returned from overseas. He’s handsome, and carries himself with carefree confidence.
To outsiders, he seems like the kind of man who can navigate the world of romance with ease, no matter how you look at him.
But only Jin Mingzhou knows the truth: he has only ever loved one person.
Because of her, he’s never dated anyone, and has always turned people down.
His friend said, “So many girls come to your bar for drinks. If you see someone you like, why not give it a try?”
Beneath the night sky, a man leaned against a black supercar and glanced toward the tattoo shop. His gaze was drawn to the woman standing outside, smoking.
She had long gray-brown hair and was tall. Her gray tank top was tucked into loose black trousers. Her face beneath the brim of her cap was beautiful and alluring, but her eyes always seemed cool and distant when she looked at people.
At a glance, she had a natural, untamed air about her.
Her name was Feng Xu.
She was the person he had loved since he was young.
She was the reason he opened another bar, all because she once said, “I like hiding in bars and drinking.”
Now, he was her lover in name.
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Feng Xu named her tattoo shop 16Tattoo.
/ She decided to open a tattoo shop of her own on January 6 of a certain year.
Jin Mingzhou named his bar Sixteen.
/ He had loved her since he was sixteen.
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After an argument, the two of them ignored each other for an entire week.
On the day of the winter sports meet,
Ling Jia was reading out a message of encouragement as the announcer. Halfway through, she spotted a blue sticky note attached to a sheet of white paper. She took it out and saw:
[Ling Jia, look up.]
Where her gaze fell, Zhou Yi, dressed in a light gray tracksuit, was sitting in the stands, tilting his head and smiling at her.
Before long, he pulled a phone from his pocket and held the screen up toward her. A line of white text slowly scrolled across it:
“Ling Jia, I was wrong. Come to the attic tonight. I’ll play guitar for you.”
Theme: Be an independent tree
