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When Liang Yi was seven, she met Meng Xinting for the first time at her parents' funeral.
A fine drizzle fell. The young man had come to pay his respects with his elders. He stood beneath an umbrella held by a driver, tall and impeccably polite, yet indifferent to everything around him.
She knelt before the coffins, then collapsed, unable to hold herself up.
Guests milled about, curtains billowed.
No one noticed her.
From far away, he cast her a glance, his expression saying she had nothing to do with him.
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The Meng family was illustrious. Though Liang Yi and Meng Xinting had lived next door to each other for more than a decade, they barely knew one another. Their few encounters amounted to little more than polite nods.
Until one rainy night, a young woman, drenched from head to toe, threw herself into Meng Xinting's arms.
He took her home, removed his glasses, and calmly wiped the lenses.
His eyes were long and narrow, his manner refined and handsome.
He stared at her without trying to hide it. "You've played the helpless card in front of me again and again. What do you want?"
Liang Yi paused, then stood up in front of him and began unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time.
The shirt slid down, revealing her slender, pale shoulders.
She met his gaze directly. "I want you to help me."
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Meng Xinting bowed his head for only one person in his life.
For her blade, for her sword, he would gladly become the servant at her feet.
Jesus bless, girl
May God protect my girl.
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A world-weary, low-key girl × a calculating, cold-hearted CEO
Older man | Heartbreaking and healing | The flower of Black Ridge descends from his altar
Theme: Self-redemption
