On a stormy rainy night many years ago, no matter how hard Nangong Zhisha screamed, she never saw him again.
On the day of the wedding, "The Third Master is here" was heard. Everyone looked at him and saw him take out a contract and then blatantly hold Nangong Zhisha's hand to continue the ceremony.
When we met again, Cen Yanlin was covered in scars and gasping for breath.
"What are you doing here?"
"Are we going to die?"
"No one dares to touch you even if I'm here."
The thunderstorm roared, and the tears fell down, blended together, and hit the cold ground, blooming into tiny water splashes.
They have a child.
That day, all the gardenias in the city withered.
The jade bracelet was broken and fell into pieces in the heavy rain.
"Azhi, don't scare me... Don't..."
Cen Yanlin's tears fell on Nangong Zhisha's face drop by drop, but the woman closed her eyes coldly and never looked at him.
The rain keeps falling and never stops.
Purpose: A contract to sign a long-planned erotic affair
