[This article will be posted on v on the 13th]
Weizhou, a city by the sea, is a romantic place where you can even take a bus.
As for Wen Yu, not only did he encounter love, but he also lost his face.
Qi Xia, her college alumnus, was also her high school classmate. Their previous encounter was when he, as the academic committee member, came to collect her homework once.
At the beginning of summer, she sent him a message from the air, asking him if he wanted to fall in love with her.
The sun was bright, and the green soda in his hand seemed to be shaking.
Qi Xia raised his eyes and met her eyes for two seconds, then lazily put down his hat and said cynically, "You have sat and stood."
Wen Yuli: (°A°`)
The second time I met Qi Xia was in a bar.
The light was dim, so she ran straight towards his back, grabbed his clothes, angrily, pulled her away and cursed, "Are you working as a mistress for a man?"
Qi Xia turned around, smiled on his thin lips, and said casually: "Swearing is quite dirty, classmate."
Wen Yucai: o. O
The third time I met Qi Xia was in the library.
There were test papers on the desk, and she secretly passed small notes to him.
What are you writing?
Qi Xia glanced at her, lowered his eyes and held the pen, his handwriting strong and powerful.
[Does it have anything to do with you?
Wen Yu said: "..."
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Later, in the middle of summer, the evening breeze carried the smell of sea water.
At the beach, the boy kissed her carefully and asked softly: "What is our relationship?"
Wen Yucai thought about it.
Emm... Maybe it's a relationship that needs to be separated?
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Pre-receipt, "100% Oolong"
Qi Li lost his memory.
Her parents scolded her, "After you get married, live a good life with him. Don't go against us anymore. You jumped off a building just to make us angry."
Her friend told her, "You don't like him. You like someone else. You jumped off the building just to avoid marrying him."
In a strange environment and a face with no memory, Qi Li saw his blue hair in the mirror and only asked, "Who... Is he?"
Jewelry designer, founder of DL Brand Company, the only heir to the Han family, and an award-winning record that I haven't finished even after turning over four pages...
"Miss Qi, the husband said that he respects your wishes. If you insist not to marry him, the engagement will be canceled immediately."
The last page was his ID photo. Qi Li closed the contract and said in a clear voice, "As long as my parents decide, my wishes are not important."
"???"
Han Jun was a sick man. Some said he would not live to be thirty, some said he had a weird temper, and some said he was violent.
But he only gave birth to a good skin.
Recently there was a woman in his family, a wife given to him by his parents.
The information showed that his wife had been chasing another man for six years.
When sleeping, she would always lean on him and push him away several times a night before falling asleep peacefully.
When she gets up in the morning, she always goes to match his clothes, even if she ignores her, she still insists.
She would always cook for him during mealtimes, even if he couldn't move, she would bring them to him every day.
"Injured." He held her wrist and his eyes fell on her fingertips, where there was a slender cut.
"I got cut while peeling the fruit. It's not a problem."
He pulled off the corner of his mouth and deliberately pressed the wound, his eyes flashed with cruelty and consideration.
Qi Li was still smiling at him, even though his forehead hurt and he was sweating.
Feeling bored, he threw her wrist away and ate the lunch she sent for the first time.
Late one night, he caressed the head leaning on his shoulder and leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead, feeling pity but mixed with fear.
Then, he asked the doctor on his mobile phone with one hand.
[Is it harmful to the health of a person who has lost his memory if he does not recover his memory?
[Can people with amnesia regain their memory?
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