The most powerless thing Shi Qi could do in this life was not being able to give An Yue a status.
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The night when he sent her home for the first time, he looked sideways at her and asked her if she wanted to continue getting along with him. An Yue could never forget the red rose that Shi Qi stuffed into her arms under the moonlight that night, as delicate as fire.
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No one knows that in the city of Beijing, where land is at a premium, there is an apartment that is always dusty. What is kept there is the proof of its existence in just four years.
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Shi Qi never had a son in this life...
Intention: Love is the most common thing, love does not always exist.