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[Rebirth after hindsight to compensate for the career of a strong woman x a frustrated, innocent and low-self-esteem little painter]
Zhong Zhi once rejected Song Chu's confession in front of everyone.
She said: "Don't make trouble, I still have to work hard for my career. It would be best for Song Chu to marry someone who can take care of his body."
It wasn't until the lawyer placed a will in front of Zhong Zhi that she knew what Song Chu had faced in the past two years.
Is it her indifference and alienation, the sudden death of a relative, the overwhelming online violence, or the groundless charges of plagiarism.
One by one, one by one, Song Chu was finally pushed to the cliff of fate, but she never even had the chance to grab his clothes.
"Zhong Zhi... Song Chu..." The woman used her trembling fingertips to slowly write down the names of the two people in a row on the foggy glass window: "One is the end, and the other is the beginning."
"Is it already destined that I will miss you?"
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She was his only hope to live again.
Zhong Zhi placed the withered stone lotus flowers on the windowsill again, just as she held the cold and thin hand again.
She gently held Song Chu's face with both hands and looked directly into his eyes: "You will be fine, whether it's the flower or you."
1. HE! HE! HE! (Eternally loyal HE party)
2. GB direction
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[Avoidant attachment white-collar beauty x gentle husband history professor]
Chen Mo X Wen Xun
The story of how an overly strong girl lowered her guard in the face of gentleness and learned to cry in the face of tolerance.
1. Workplace writing
Concept: Being loved will make you grow new flesh and blood crazily
