Mingshuang's twenty-fifth birthday consisted of copywriting that had been changed twenty-nine times, the stalker's constant pestering, and a can of wine that made her cry.
He Zhichuan pretended to be pitiful and came over to her and asked, "Sister, what about me?"
Mingshuang pushed his head that was tucked into the crook of his neck, secretly drank the last sip of wine with his hand, and smiled narrowly, "You're the bastard who handed me the wine."
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He Zhichuan's previous life was like an intermittent light rain that he could not get rid of. After meeting Mingshuang, the heavy rain fell continuously for a long time, and he hoped it would never stop.
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1V1sc, HE.
Intention: Love with all your strength.