The first half of my life was spent repeatedly loving you and hating you.
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Xie Chenyao had someone she liked when she was 16 years old, but she abandoned him when she was 17 years old and chose to go abroad alone and disappear into the vast sea of people.
But what she didn't know was that after she left, Zhou Zhengan looked for her for three years.
After many years of separation, Xie Chenyao never expected that she would meet Zhou Zhengan again at her friend's engagement ceremony.
At that time, she already had a fiancé, and they had adopted a lovely girl together. He was a hot business upstart in Los Angeles, and everyone was following him. They not only wanted to drive him away, but also wanted to succeed him and become him.
The moment their eyes met inadvertently, Xie Chenyao knocked over her wine glass with her fingertips, and ran out of the banquet alone, but she didn't expect to be blocked in the corner by the man who was pressing closer.
Unexpectedly, the person in front of him was just standing in the wind, facing the night alone, with a cold and lonely expression, as if she was just a passerby who passed by and was forgotten in the sea of people.
But in this long wordless silence, he surrendered to her once again.
Kneeling on one knee to help her wipe off the wine stains on her dress, Zhou Zhengan's fingertips tensed up and turned blue as he moved. His dark eyes were gradually filled with an indelible gloom, and he said sarcastically: "Xie Chenyao, it seems that you have been quite happy these past few years to be able to attend an engagement party with such a status."
The night was as dark as ink, and the stained paper towel was clenched into a ball and stepped on the ground.
Xie Chenyao bit her lip without saying a word, turned around and was about to leave, but was suddenly grabbed by Zhou Zhengan's arm and trapped against the hypothermic wall.
The next second, the breaths intertwined, and the familiar cold breath invaded the sky and the sun. The man walked past her, and his hot palm tightly grasped her cold wrist.
In an instant, the rain was about to come.
Zhou Zhengan's eyes were almost paranoid, but he still let go of her shackles despite her trembling, and sneered with his lips drawn: "But Xie Chenyao, tell me, how can a liar be happy?"
The clearly sarcastic words were heard in her ears, but Xie Chenyao's eyes couldn't help but fall to his left hand.
It's obviously something to hate, right?
But why is Zhou Zhengan still wearing the bracelet she made for him when she was 17?
Intention: tentative
