Twenty-year-old Xu Zhixia entered Jiangcheng at the beginning of autumn. The weather was full of heat that had not yet dissipated. She was wearing a white skirt that was slightly wrinkled from sitting on the train for more than ten hours. There were a few strands of hair wet with sweat on her cheeks. Her eyes reflected the bright lights of Jiangcheng, and the endless traffic in front of her.
Just like the smiling flowers in the mountains, white but fragrant, pure but attractive.
As her eyes rolled around, she saw Shen Jingxu, who was full of anger, and she slightly averted her eyes.
Five years later, Assistant Shen Jingxu handed her the breakup fee: Miss Xu, Mr. Shen is now in his thirties...
The assistant's words were unspoken. Shen Jingxu no longer needed the delicate and attached Canary. He needed a wife who was well-matched and well-matched.
Xu Zhixia narrowed her eyes. Even though she was a little slow on many things, she still understood what Shen Jingsu meant.
She obediently moved out of Shen Jingxu's residence and returned to her hometown, which required more than ten hours of train travel.
She bought a house with the money given by Shen Jingxu, took in her parents who were recovering from a long illness, raised a puppy that Shen Jingxu never let her keep, and reunited with her gentle and considerate first love, and planned to get married at the end of the year.
This has been a long-cherished wish of her parents for many years since she told Shen Jing.
When Shen Jingxu returned home as usual, there was no cheerful figure running over, looking at him with bright eyes, and kissing his lips that smelled of wine. Looking at the villa, which had become a little lonely since Xu Zhixia left, he felt a little regretful in his heart.
But the matter is a foregone conclusion, and it is no longer worth pondering.
Until he went on a business trip to Hanshan City and met Xu Zhixia, who was still as beautiful as a smiling flower, in front of a flower shop. She smiled softly at the other man, her lips as beautiful as petals fell on the corners of the man's lips, and her cheeks were as crimson as clouds.
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[I've always wanted to read the story about the idiot and the beauty, but I couldn't find the one I liked, so I opened one myself]
Mission: Cherish the present and seize the future