Spring Comes Before We Know It

[My next book, "Flings," features mature men and women. Please add it to your reading list.]

The day he accepted Song Wenjing's confession, he held a lavish banquet and proudly introduced her to his friends: “This is my girlfriend.”

Stars seemed to shine in the young man's eyes as he looked at her. They were eighteen then.

No one approved of the relationship between Song Wenjing and Xu Zhixia, including Xu Zhixia herself.

After all, he was the lofty heir to the Song Group, while she was merely an orphan living with her uncle.

Sure enough, the relationship lasted only six months.

Xu Zhixia still remembered that night. Rain poured down, clouds hid the moon, and the young man was drenched, his pride washed away as he begged her humbly: “Can't we stay together?”

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They met again eight years later, with their positions reversed.

Someone had framed her and gotten her fired, while her so-called boyfriend had put his arm around the person who hurt her and left her standing in the rain.

The window of a Bentley slowly rolled down. The man glanced at her impassively, his eyes mocking.

“You dumped me for a man like that? Your taste isn't much to write home about.”

A few days later, Xu Zhixia received a prenuptial agreement.

He was at the center of a power struggle within the group and needed a wife to steady things. With no family backing, she was undoubtedly the best choice.

Xu Zhixia swallowed the bitterness in her heart and carefully wrote her name, stroke by stroke.

Someone who knew them back then sneered, “They're worlds apart. They'll split up sooner or later.”

One day, a friend went to the house to see Song Wenjing, who hadn't attended any get-togethers in ages. But the person who opened the door was Xu Zhixia, barefoot.

His friend, who usually never lifted a finger around the house, came out wearing an apron and carrying slippers. He bent down to help her put them on, his brows furrowed, his tone helpless yet doting.

“Didn't I tell you? You're not well. Don't walk around barefoot.”

His friend: “...”

Does this look like a couple about to get divorced?!

*Your silhouette beneath the moonlight is the finest confession of love.

"Flings"

I'd heard there were plenty of romantic encounters in Liyang, but Xu Man didn't believe it at first.

That is, until she and a handsome stranger, swept up in an atmosphere fueled by alcohol, gave in to temptation and spent the night together.

After one night of passion, they didn't even know each other's names.

When they met again, they tacitly went into the same room. Only when the air was thick with flirtation and desire did they finally exchange names.

“Xu Man.”

“Tang Yao.”

Theme: Cherish the person by your side